Well, being a land-lubber who's so used to driving
You forget what's in store for you when you do hit the road
with your feet
You almost forget how alive your neighbourhood is
Trapped in your sheet metal monotony
Format radio droning along
Or your favourite CD reminding you of who you chose to be
Switch off Track 1 for once, and play Track Neighbourhood instead
The first thing you hear's the rustling of leaves overhead
And the pitter of the stray dead one
And the slight damp moist on your face as you wipe it off your brow
You smell wet grass, then some warm smoke from the nearby village
village? yeah it's there
most of the time you're just busy zipping past and it's reduced
to a series of flashing yellow streetlamps
you take a turn
and another
choose the one less travelled
choose the one without streetlamps
narrower, narrower
smells like teen spirit
the one i left behind along with my mountain bike
there should be a graveyard somewhere
there it is, somehow the familiar sentimentality feels me with warmth
amidst the after-rain night chill
no mist of despair or otherworldly stereotypes
just a familiar smile as i walked on
more nooks and crannies
i don't smell roses though
damp rotting foliage
familiar, yet so often far away
a darker road leads to trepidation
a lone bike looms from the back
my neck bristles, i look at my options just in case
it is dark after all
a gate, climbable to my left
the path to the right, too far and open to consider
i hear manic laughter as they zoom past, almost too close
my hands tense, they swing by awfully close and laughed
racial banter trailing in their wake
i didn't want to risk reinforcements, i climb the gate/border
funny how a simple wall divides
how easy it is to physically cross
yet so defines two neighbourhoods
i spot some patrol bikes and climb as soon as they past
lest they mistaken me for the very people that i was suspicious of
walk. walk the road less travelled
because even a mundane hour can make you feel like Jack Bauer
Nike talks about being alone with your thoughts
They never told you which neighbourhood you should do it in.
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