Nathan Haas: A Poem

Skiiillz with rhymes

An ode to summer training:


Dry lips  Dry dirt

Gears grinding Legs hurt

Pushing hard Dry eyes

Gravel road On mercury rise








Flat tube On the wire

Deflated spirit Like my tyre 

Empty bottle Road is long  

Should I put this poem To a song

Earphones in Let’s keep on grinding 

Though the road Is long and winding 

The heat Won’t be much for luck 

Sometimes I think What the fuck

It’s the life we lead Come cold or hot

But 40 degrees, I think not.

But on we go Beneath the sun

The life of a pro  Come hell or fun