By Melissa Walters
They say
you can't buy
happiness.
Would a dream
come true
Make you not?
Is it something
you feel?
Or
Is it something
you have got?
Dreamy thoughts
of two wheels,
too long I've dreamt
of how it feels.
Protected face
snug in my helmet,
the perfect seat
for my tired soul
to sit.
Roaring engine
my iron lion heart
Cruising
The paint black
shimmers of blue,
if you are lucky
maybe
you can come too.
Freedom awaiting
searching roads
near and far,
ending the night
with triple whiskeys
at the bar.
I dream of happiness
its weaved unto
this dream.
Hard work
determination
huge dash of desire
Because
Riding that bike
will set my wretched soul
on fire.
Good Morning World! 🌄
Nana
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