You'll love it, they said.
It's so much easier, they said.
Your legs will be grateful for the flatlands,
They said.
It's flat, he admitted,
But it's hot, he warned.
It's flat, he admitted,
But there's no shade, he warned.
It's flat, he admitted,
But the wind is a wall, he warned.
He was right.
Sometimes your ego wants to keep pushing,
But your id wants to lay down.
