Caught myself cycling
But it was expected
Now I'm not sure that I'm gonna stop
Or if I'll want to
There's no more of one half
The other's lapped over it
Will I live up to what I want
Or is it expected that I'm here?
Time to kill, but I have no ammo

Last line's a little cheesy, I know. Rip me up if you like.

Also, I'll critique back if you ask.