A Dying Soul
I'm dying, I'm dying -
My soul is slowly dying.
You sit in the garage and beckon to me
“Can you come out and play?”
“I cannot,” I say “She has other plans for me today.”
I yearn to ride, to live and be free
But today that is not to be.
I hear your friends roar by – free in the wind
That’s how we were meant to be.
I can't explain how I feel
She just doesn't understand.
Together forever, one with the road
Exploring our great land.
For now, I live for the time that we steal
Exploring the country roads together.
The soul of a biker should never be caged
Running wild with my machine forever.
I'm dying, I'm dying -
My soul is slowly…..
-Written by Dean "D-Day"
Visit D-Day's blog, Musings of a Contemplative Biker
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