Freedom lives on two wheels.

 

Freedom lives on two wheels.

 

 

 

Soaring on silver winged tips spitting amber across the moonlit sky

 

Cresting every valley, peaking every winding twisty.

 

Four wheel onlookers coming up the road

 

Their hearts safe inside their cages

 

Not understanding these two wings move the soul.

 

There are some, a bold few initiates

 

Who know why the dog sticks his head out of the window.

 

And yet here we are borne again into the night

 

Tasting midnight and washing it down with crisp air.

 

Syncing cylinders to the racing

 

Of our ventricles as we chase after heaven faster and harder

 

Cleansing ourselves in the wind, we ride away from the morning light

 

dragging our knees closer to the ground, raising our spirits

 

Taking off once more as we raise our odometers

 

Defiant as we illuminate the endless dark.

 

Outracing our guardian angels, the long way round.

 

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