The rush
Wind rushing
Through my hair
Wheels turning
Faster, anywhere
I grip the handle, hand is tight
I brace myself, faster I ride
Rumble of the engine, has my head spinning
Speeding past traffic, as I look over grinning
Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless
Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches
Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches
Motor revving for me, this is my weakness
Cruise around bends
Glide down hills
Over the bridges
Beyond the horizon
Turning of the radio dial, a song to escape
Burning of the gasoline, my journey takes shape
Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless
Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches
Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches
Motor revving for me, this is my weakness
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