Pull on the boots
Chin strap of helmet fastened securely
The rumble as I take a seat and hold on
eyes closed tightly as we pull into traffic
Open your eyes I say to myself
Feel and see what alive is
Trust and a bit of crazy rolled into one
The wind through my hair
The dopey smile plastered in my face.
Sometimes it's not enough to mearly survive but to hold on tight and ride.
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