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.