The road stretches on
along the trail, of the lines
astride my ride, freedom, inside
the world and the planet, just fine
No guilt and no shame
passing the trucks, and the cars
wind on my face, no better place
under the sun, and the stars
If wishes come true
mine would be still, the same
feeling just right, weather day, or the night
riding a steel horse with....no name
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 12:13 PM UTC
The road stretches on
along the trail, of the lines
astride my ride, freedom, inside
the world and the planet, just fine
No guilt and no shame
passing the trucks, and the cars
wind on my face, no better place
under the sun, and the stars
If wishes come true
mine would be still, the same
feeling just right, weather day, or the night
riding a steel horse with....no name
Hard to express
the liberty of stress
a road that has no real end
with nothing but time left
to spend
:D
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