A feeling of sheer bliss and exhilaration

The wind, the air, the scenery, the joy

Long sweeping carpets of tar

Nothing compares to this addictive toy


To ride or not

It’s a part of who you are not what you do

Is never a question but a truth

And the best part of being you


I see the cages as I pass them by

I see the sad looks of despair

As I pass the caged in a smoldering melancholy

Me heading on to who knows where


A crash, a smash, a reckless decision

Can bring to an end

The joy I feel and freedom within

To whom a tear must we send


Through all the anger and hate

Towards our brothers we take

As the feeling of freedom, joy and love

We leave in a cage’s wake

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