The bike you thought you wanted
Lies wasting in the yard
It now has weathered paint
And rusted handlebars
Briefly shown some favor
When it was brand new
Once thinking it unique
But changed your point of view
It never lost it's usefulness
It hardly stood a chance
You laid it down and walked away
A choice of circumstance
What made you change your mind
How could you be so fickle
It simply takes some time to learn
To ride a new bicycle

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