Cycling on tire thin roads in the atmosphere

Cycling on tire-thin roads in the atmosphere

Its true, and its precisely what we do.
Follow our hearts to ceaseless limits, turn around and find that your friend riding behind you is now nothing but a cracked skull on the side path down below oozing blood; not breathing like he had just been.
Why do we play dangerous games? Why can't we stop?
Is there any justice?
Some of us, rest in these clouds, balancing on miserable thin roads on bicycles knowing where one false move will lead us. We balance over bustling cities in giddy heights. A brief flicker of the mind results in the same destiny as our dead friend.
Laughing one moment, dead the next. So far down below, that he is nothing but a speck. PERSPECTIVE?! What is the meaning of it?
What are we doing?
How long must we trudge on, cycle on life-threatening  roads? Is there never going to be any explanation?
Then, why do we dream the dreams we do? 
In the misery we are bound in, we are forced to live.
And yet, we find live, we find joy, and we find friends. In the hypocrisy of it all we find a smiling face.
Why do we meet the people we do?
Some people share our destinies. Who were they? And why did he smile? Why did I smile? Why did he laugh?
"Such little cause for carollings"....
Given our situation, our twisted aspirations, our cynical hopes, our senseless faith...how does one comprehend..?
And even if you make it through one highway, why do you smile? Why do you find happiness? Don't you know, after every life-threatening road comes another, steeper than the first?
Today, you and I, look upon tomorrow's road. As thin as ever, but, this time, there's an angle, and from one perspective, it looks perpendicular to the ground far far below.Endless, it seems-and yet we must go one-for we know no other way. Whatever we rely on, sums up in just two words: cycle-breaks.
And yet, as we looked through the clouds together at that next road....why did he smile? What did he see? Was he not aware of his fate....just like your very own? One False Move....
Why did he smile and speak of going down the pencil-thin madness in full-speed? Where did his spirit lie?
Is there no sanity?
Stop the world. Its time we got off. ......We have to get off!