I don’t know if most people ever have to do this,
I don’t think they probably see anything wrong
with growing old in a comfortable place.
(Sure, what’s it to get a little sand in your teeth,
but what am I even doing at the beach?)
I think there is courage in hitting the brakes,
watching all the other cyclists pass you by,
having a stretch, a meal, and a nap
There are races I will win in time,
and plenty I will lose,
but between the rocking-chair living-death
and the speeding, cliff-diving living-death
there is a shady tree and maps.
I don’t know that most people ever stop,
or that most people ever get started,
for inertia; but I know that all improvement
is a matter of rerouting.