How in the middle of the road I found myself,
Kissing the asphalt albeit the helmet shell,
A ride home on a rainy day, at rush hour,
Turned something sweet into sour.
The seconds count, the faces I could not see.
After tumbling down the road to recovery,
The world came crushing down, painfully,
And the wind spreading the fire in me.
The heavy crutches I already left behind,
The love felt lifted this broken peace of mind.
Announcers of doom keep playing their drums,
I’m still turned on when I hear the engine hums.
The sun shines on the chrome, morning again.
I miss the wind, as an old, dear friend,
That revived the flame that was dying in me,
And opened the road to the daring to be…
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