past fields and farms alike.
Took in the smells, absorbed the trails
'neath the rumble of my bike.
I watched the birds, the cows in herds
and chickens near their roosts
knowing well, no tale to tell
of when I was seduced.
But seduced I've been again and again
by the feel of speeding air
and thoughts and dreams of what it means
to go get lost somewhere.
And though I dream of many things,
the dream I dream the most
is riding on to roads unknown
beyond some distant coast.