Metaphor 

I’ve been cycling with my analyst again 

It’s an early morning thing

50 minutes once a week

He sits just behind my head 

He’s the stoker in the argot of cycling

On reflection, the tandem wasn’t such a great idea 

(He claims to be pedaling 

But I’m not so sure)

Because when we’re on the inclines

I’m working hard

While his breathing stays steady 

I’m exhausted after every trip

While he’s fresh as a daisy 

(If a little pale)

And as for finding the way

He’s useless

We come to a fork in the road 

I ask

“Right or left?”

He just says, “Yes”