The King is in His Closet

 Through the entirety of the winter months, I think my tires turned a total of two times along the section of trail Out There known as Bottom's Up. Last night, in celebration of start of evening ride season, i matched that total. A three month total matched in one evening, riding away... riding away.

"Once carried through the current and being swept away

The king is in his closet, he's hiding from today

And though he owns all fortune, this room is where he'll stay

And his world is filled with darkness, turning grey

Gazing out the window of the 42nd floor

He is separate from all others, no one knocks upon his door

And it might as well be raining, 'cause the sunlight hurts his eyes

And his ears will never hear the children's cries..."

(Walsh and Livgren)