Bike poetry

[The Lone Rider]

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

[Waylander]

An oldie here.
Not quite as happy as yours though. Seem to be written for the same reasons.

[The Lone Rider]

We need this shit collected and publisedhized