I ride through winds, the world before my sight,
Chasing the road, as skies drift low and high.
The engine hums, a heartbeat in the night,
Yet something whispers soft within my eye.
I thought I'd find the answer far ahead,
Beyond horizons where the highways lie.
But here I am, the stars above my head,
And in this rush, I pause and breathe a sigh.
The thrill I seek, it's not the distant land,
But in the curve, the wind that meets my face.
It's in the touch of gravel, sea, and sand,
Each fleeting moment's where I find my grace.
What's missing, I've found in every mile,
It's here, with me, in each road's endless smile.