The Ride

The distant skyline ahead
Dreams
Unfound, and waiting
...on the road again

The hot desert heat
Dances softly on my face
My eyes slightly shut
It begins

Mile after mile
The dial ticks
I’m getting closer
To forgetting yesterday

Freedom stronger
With every pulse
The call of the wild
Echoes my time

The wind rushes by
Whispers of stories that lay ahead
Cold beer
A dusty bar on the road side

No turning back,
Once the ride begins
Into infinity
And the death of conscious

A surge to live
Free and beyond
A longed escape
...just to be



Rabih El-Khoury




That's a good one, there.