14/08/2026
I STOLE MY BIKE
In this modern world
Of chatGPT and flexes
I track my bike as i track my pensées
Those thoughts come
As I axe through that night
I just stole my stolen bike
1000 thoughts come and go
Who to call first and where to go
Can’t call the police
I already did the deed
I stole my own bike, for me
Tenacious, courageous
As i handle my stolen property
I pedalled faster towards a safer
Tomorrow? City? Atrocity?
To be or not to be,
The same as the one
who stole the bike from me
While i was listening to Hamlet
Explain his own tragedy
Such a modern world
Modern thoughts
So busy that we Have
to save some slots for love
Is this the truest rhythm
The realest life
Or do you have to be The same
as the one who lived before thee
In the mix of the darkness
I find not only answers
But the rhythm of love
Regaining the properties
Acquiring the hope
Destroying slowly
What tomorrow meant before
I pedal calmer, safer, lighter
Not because the lack of shadows
But through shadows we model
the nows, the morrows
Architecting the feelings,
The path of our sorrows
The space for our thoughts
Our meadows
I track my life as i track my bike
No stone unturned, bite by bite
If it gets my attention
If it feeds my senses
I know how to be
the man the world needs from me
I stole my bike for you
The steps non linear
But story goes through
Regained control of my property
Consciousness of my mind
Disciplined my life back
Can’t lose track of time
I will not be…
The same as the one
who stole from me
In the mix of the dark night
What i love gives enough light!