The poem describes the speaker's morning routine of riding with the cool breeze blowing on their face, observing busy roads and streets filled with people rushing about their day. As the sun sets and night falls, the speaker sits alone thinking about life's brevity and the endless cycle of day turning to night as the world continuously spins, naturally repeating each day.
The poem describes the speaker's morning routine of riding with the cool breeze blowing on their face, observing busy roads and streets filled with people rushing about their day. As the sun sets and night falls, the speaker sits alone thinking about life's brevity and the endless cycle of day turning to night as the world continuously spins, naturally repeating each day.
The poem describes the speaker's morning routine of riding with the cool breeze blowing on their face, observing busy roads and streets filled with people rushing about their day. As the sun sets and night falls, the speaker sits alone thinking about life's brevity and the endless cycle of day turning to night as the world continuously spins, naturally repeating each day.