Ken ‘ Tray

You were riding through Lancaster on a bike you weren’t even fully sure of maybe a Mongoose, maybe something passed down like a sign. The streets felt like a movie, every block turning into a scene in your head For a second, the bike tipped. Heart dropped. But you caught it. Stayed up And that’s when it hit you you’re still moving, still here, still in your story The ride wasn’t just a ride. It was proof you can wobble and still stay on your path