Looking past the window sill. Through the open panes of glass. I smile as I look upon an empty drive way. Simple memories of being alone to absorb the still morning. This creative independence. Distant from her reaching needs. These adept thoughts creating synapse in one’s head. I no longer work for her. I am removed from that adjacent atmosphere. Removed and now strong I wonder to myself what will become of my adventures. Will they torment me? Will they try to grab me from my movements? I refocus on the scene before me. Curious as to what others think of my success. This string of exercise and sweet sweat. Which will ensue with my routines. Another open journey awaits out my front door. The time I create erases the need. The time I work is for me. No more selfishness. No more greed No more. I am a hero in a hero less world. With out regret only joy. I stare blankly at the empty drive way. The time is now. Now ready to save the world with each stroking pedal.