Going fast in the wind of my doubts
Making sparks at the edge of a corner
In my head surrounds me a crowd
With my heart on the run as a loner...
I will rise from the east to the west
Rumbling from the north to the south
Like the bright sun above on its quest
And the thunders dancing in the clouds...
With the dust tenderly kissing my skin
The breeze hurts but some wounds also heals
As I keep holding tight all my dreams
In between of those two inflated wheels...
My open arms embrace the mountains
At the horizon will be waiting the sea
But when the sky opens its fountains
The umbrella of a bridge welcomes me...
In between of two rotating wheels
There are many thoughts and regrets
And as the black rubber squeals
Like the smoke there is a past to forget...
A quick look over the shoulders
Watching for threats, save guarding my lane
As the throttle keeps shouting much louder
Trough the exhaust pipe a beautiful name...
With the eyes always on the road
Each day is for sure an investment
As I write all my debts on the blackboard
Of that long and greasy wet pavement...
In those saddlebags will ride very far
The sweet smiles and the bitter tears
Together with all the beats of my heart
In the anxiously calm between of two wheels.
(c) Francisco Escaño
May 16, 2016
