Blocks

My face bloomed like a flowerWhen I said it
So nice, so smoothSo good, shall I keep it in shelf?No, Answer came promptlyIt is used for travellingHe named it cycleI called it block.

 The cycle had been a blockI called it a blockI wondered at others they don’t call it that wayI called them strangersThey called me strangersAmusingly all became strangers. 

I looked at the blockTwo tires, one chainOne pedal, two stepsTwo mirrors one seatOne driver two handles. Two tires like past and futureOne chain like the only one presentOne pedal like the only one opportunityTwo steps like success and failure.

 Two mirrors reflecting beauty and uglyOne seat like the only one realityOne driver like the only one creatorTwo handles reflecting good and evil. So simple, yet so complexSo easy, yet so difficultSo smooth, yet so hardSo joyful, yet so sorrowful

 Two choices troubled meTwo paces baffled meMany aims puzzled meMany options stopped me. Only one present I criedOnly one stand I wailedOnly one opportunity I trembledOnly one reality, I sighed. 

They tried to teach me to rideThey explained the rulesDon’t be too hard or too softObey the traffic rulesFocus on the roadGive space for othersIt followed an endless list. I got tired. I never triedIt is long time since it is in the shelfI never learned to rideThat’s why I called it a blockFear of failure. 
A block gives two optionsOne tumbled by the blockOne can tumble the blockOnce again choice is mineA block ignored is a curseA block befriended is a blessing!