Riding Roads that are Rivers
Being on Two wheels
Does not give me the shivers
I ride in silence,
A place the live
Not hide
Rolling the throttle
Leaning left leaning right
Breathing in life and its passing sights.
When the River has people
Close enough to touch,
They will say hello
They will say hello
Even if you look a bit tough.
Riding the Road that is a River
May make you 12 all over again
Isn’t that better than doing time
Isn’t that better than doing time
Waiting for the end!
Riding the Road that is a River
Shows you the work of God and Man
Sometimes they flow together
Sometimes they flow together
Other times the road goes
Where the river can’t.
Riding the Road that is a River
Adds the element of chance
A memory or a meeting
A memory or a meeting
Where your mind will sometimes glance.
A sunrise or sunset
You're conscious won’t repeat.
Bumps and potholes
Drivers of cars that are distracted
Are part of the journey
Maybe not the attraction
Maybe not the attraction
The fumes of the city
I like too
The hustle the bustle
Idling
Watching people
Movement
The passage of time.
The city has rhythm
Its very own rhyme.
There are easier ways to get from point A to B
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