I Am The Power

I passed her.

She said.

“I love your bike.  It looks so powerful.”

I said.

“Thank you”.

Out loud.

In my heart.

I whispered.

I am.

My bike does not take me.

I am the power.

That takes my bike.

To great heights.

And all of it’s downhills.

It goes no where.

Without me.

It sees much.

Because I go.

I am the power.

With

Or

Without

The Bike.