I’ve got a lot of things pedaling
through my mind; I see the world
in a brighter light; suddenly, those materialistic
things I raced after seemed pointless; I wanted
to join the crowd of the best-dressed,
best bank account, best car, best apartment/house,
best family/kids—I aimed for my best
outside appearance; meanwhile, I was a mess
inside, handing everyone what I thought
they want to see or hear from me
suppressing my unique personality.