The Lone Rider
2nd October 2007, 21:30
After a rather.. uh.. soemthing something night... here is something I wrote, spelling mistakes and all. I have a feeling its not as poetic as I originally thought.
-----Ahem----
I find myself over the months to be alone.
I take to the streets on my motorcycle to drone out the drab that is my life.. work, sleep and eat. waht else to do?
soak in the air beating my face and knowing that I am a few centimeters form the ground at 100kilmeters per hour.
maybe one day I'll be struck down but as I hav enothign else what does it matter if I ride without protection
myu eyes water, the world is a blur.. and for that small time at high speed i cant hear anything, i cant think anything.
there is just the road a head of me
but the road always ends
the road always stops
and I return
back to normality
back to a complacent existience of being alone
I ride alone, i live alone
But at least.. when I ride...
I am free
-----Ahem----
I find myself over the months to be alone.
I take to the streets on my motorcycle to drone out the drab that is my life.. work, sleep and eat. waht else to do?
soak in the air beating my face and knowing that I am a few centimeters form the ground at 100kilmeters per hour.
maybe one day I'll be struck down but as I hav enothign else what does it matter if I ride without protection
myu eyes water, the world is a blur.. and for that small time at high speed i cant hear anything, i cant think anything.
there is just the road a head of me
but the road always ends
the road always stops
and I return
back to normality
back to a complacent existience of being alone
I ride alone, i live alone
But at least.. when I ride...
I am free