Five in the morning On my bike in the dark on Monday My shoes are wet And the streets are too wet to be riding Leaves glow orange One falls on my hand I don't attempt removing it I soar through red lights Almost turning my head precariously One more block until I will have to stop What if I kept going I'll keep going Just not knowing Where I'm going My hat is worn low While squinting ahead in a blurred glow Twirling rectangular Sign flashes brightly the cold outside One more block until I will have to stop What if I kept going I'll keep going Just not knowing Where I'm going I reverse numbers Up there in my mind I am warmed inside I decide where I'd be If they were measured inaccurately One more block until I will have to stop What if I kept going I'll keep going Just not knowing Where I'm going What if I kept going I'll keep going Just not knowing Where I'm going One more block until I will have to stop What if I kept going