"Write a story that begins and ends with a bicycle."
I just like this song lol
Dark paces around and around and around his cage, aimlessly.
Is he dead?
He doesn't know.
The same line from the same song repeats in his head.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars.
No handlebars.
No handlebars.
He walks to the rhythm of the song.
So useless, why?
He doesn't know.
It's okay.
I can
ride my
bike
with no
handlebars.
No
handlebars.
No
handlebars.
He chuckles.
The song talks about two people trying to one up each other. One content with life, one blowing things way out of proportion.
The first, content with life, showing off a little.
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
Heh.
The guy wasn't wrong, "proud" to be American.
These were such everyday things, such small things that could still bring so much happiness.
The second showed off too.
Movers, shakers, and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
The second gained power, and things got extreme.
I can guide a missile by satellite.
By satellite.
By satellite.
And I can hit a target through a telescope.
Through a telescope.
Through a telescope.
Ah.
That's right.
The target...
Dark is the target.
So he is dead, huh.
He repeats the words he'd spoken so long ago, back when he was alive, his aimless circles around his cage slowing down as his consciousness in this plane fades for good.
"I can ride me bike with no handlebars.
No handlebars.
No handlebars.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars.
No handlebars..
No... handlebars..."
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