Riding Free

Riding Free

The engine roars beneath me,
And I feel the wind in my hair,
As I hit the open road,
With not a worry or care.

The vibrations of the machine,
Are like music to my soul,
As I lean into each turn,
And let my spirit unfold.

The rush of adrenaline,
As I pick up speed and fly,
Is like nothing else I've felt,
It's as if I could touch the sky.

The road unfurls before me,
A ribbon of endless possibility,
And every twist and turn,
Is a chance for new discovery.

For when I'm on my motorcycle,
I'm not just a person, you see,
I'm a free spirit, a rebel,
Riding with wild, untamed glee.

So if you're looking for me,
Just look out on the road,
For I'll be riding free,
Carrying my heavy load.

And though it may seem dangerous,
To ride with such abandon,
It's the only way I know,
To truly feel alive, and then some.

So come ride with me, my friend,
And let your cares all fall away,
For on the back of this motorcycle,
Anything is possible, any day.