My dreams are filled with the rush
the freedom and the road
treading lines ahead of us
adhering too the code
The hum of radial tires
and the feel of your arms
burning with desires
passing fields and farms
It's not the rebel spirit
or the need to be untamed
not what others would permit
I'll never be ashamed
The heavens have no demand
that I will ever heed
as down the track my own command
the road, the wind, and you
fulfilling every
need
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
My dreams are filled with the rush
the freedom and the road
treading lines ahead of us
adhering too the code
The hum of radial tires
and the feel of your arms
burning with desires
passing fields and farms
It's not the rebel spirit
or the need to be untamed
not what others would permit
I'll never be ashamed
The heavens have no demand
that I will ever heed
as down the track my own command
the road, the wind, and you
fulfilling every
need
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