in the darkness of a november morning
was the darkness of a november morning and nothing else
flipped on the cobweby dingy garage light and my motorcycle was staring at me
it looked like it needed to stretch its legs
so off we went in the dark to ride into the light
span the globe, or at least a part of it
our wild spirit led us down this path of no itinerary
no reservations, no idea
just keep riding and see what happens
there are times to throw caution to the wind
I threw caution, common sense, and care to the wind because this was one of those times
open road show me the way
lines of reality solid and broken flashing by
green signs, blue signs, orange signs
what would it be, indiana or michigan?
indiana it was
old ski resort I learned to ski at at now chained off and boarded up
long time famous turkey restaurant that
I didn’t care much for (overrated) now a vacant lot
that old boxcar I passed tagged and sitting by itself on the siding
abandoned and sad it needed a drink so I gave it one
came upon an abandoned road
that had lost its direction, its guiding light
now it wanders aimlessly without its guardian angel
I tried to comfort it but I didn’t know where I was going either
it whispered to me to its problems but what could I do?
alas, it’s usually better not to get involved
