My Escape Machine

[Hello you. If you're even there! Judging by my new frequency, you may have guessed I've been trying to be more spontaneous. If you can please just give me inputs, I'll be more than happy to incorporate. Thanks in advance!]

I pick up the keys, those tiny solutions

If only I had such keys to my locks.

Turn round, open.

I open the chains to my shiny black bike.

It's not just a bike, it's THE bike.

No it's not loaded with a jet blaster.

Nor does it have a pair of flappy wings.

It's of aluminium and not gold (Au, Z=79)

But it's my bike, my escape machine.

It's got wheels, not one but two.

And the wheel is a magnificent invention.

(Thank you Einstein of the yore)

If not for those two circles, I'd be stuck.

Pulled deep by the gravity of the labyrinth.

But now I'm going to escape into the void.

I'm going to paddle paddle, Fly.

-Sleeping Devika