Handlebars - District 97

Reaching overhead to grab the handlebars

Pulled my chin above with just one of my arms

Rest assured that I can steer us clear from harm

Stick with me, I can take you straight to

Where you are supposed to go

Or gently point you there

That’s where I will let go

Turn to find me there

Reaching to keep you close

Although I keep my hands full

There’s still plenty of

Room to hold you

Can’t there be criteria keeping

You in the palms of both my hands

And making you understand

That this love I’m speaking of

Sets you free to be with me

Reaching overhead to grab your hand in mine

Take it if you can and stand right by my side

When you’d held more than you can bear

Turn to find me standing there

Shoulders strong and ears un-shockable

So talk some more