The wind in my face a constant
The road stretching out before me
Beckoning me to places I’ve only dreamed of
As tendrils of hair escape to taunt me on my journey
As it tickles my face
Traveling near, and far
Liberated,
Unencumbered,
At least for a while
Embraced by the destiny created
Between myself, the bike, and the highway
A vision of light and sound
Awaits me, at each turn,
Bestowed upon eyes that have hungered
For something new
A beginning
Or was it an ending
Reaching out to me
Guiding me along the path less traveled
A passageway to sovereignty
Found only on the open road
The quest that calls my name
As it has called others before me
And will call others after me
Those that feel the need
To embark upon a voyage
Of infinite freedom!
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