Just to make you feel better,
I am sorry,
for taking the bike,
the one as fast,
as an eagle,
in the sky unsurpassed.

If it makes you feel any better,
I knew,
when I was light as a feather,
weaving through the forest,
made of cars,
and a random street light,
that on my furious flight,
that bird,
soaring on the breeze,
was truly,
king of the sky.