addiction rapture
locked in the powerful vibes
of motorbike thrills
to feel the roaring purr
of throbbing engines
to lean into the rush
of a long straight road
and
to sway with the dance
of winding bends
to brave dusty tracks
strewn with rocky check-points
and to be sure no vehicle
would dare to try
to reach the vague towns
of yesteryear
and touch the pulse
of pioneers
I somehow sense
the motorbike rider
could easily be
today's lone pioneer
appreciating the good
and the bad
of the world
as a passing parade
up close
and real
and I
as an addicted rider
love it that way
