[Verse 1] Pedals turning, rhythm flow, Wind is steady, miles to go. Familiar road, a hundred times, Body and brain in perfect lines. [Pre-Chorus] Then I see it — sudden, near, No warning sign, just shock and fear. A simple gate across the way, My system storms, my heart betrays. [Chorus] The gate that spiked my heart, From calm to torn apart. It’s not the road, it’s not the mile, It’s losing choice that breaks my style. [Verse 2] Logic whispers: “No big deal.” But nerves reply with panic real. 130 up to 175, My body screams, “Stay alive!” [Bridge] I’d have chosen the other lane, But not like this, it’s not the same. Autonomy ripped, demand instead, Agency gone — my circuits bled. [Chorus] The gate that spiked my heart, From calm to torn apart. It’s not the road, it’s not the mile, It’s losing choice that breaks my style. [Outro] The road continues, I still ride, But something shifted deep inside. Weird is wonderful, I restart, But I remember the gate that spiked my heart.
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