BIKER-SONG

BIKER-SONG

Riding a thundering motorbike,
feeling exciting vibations,
taking the curves of a winding road.
He's crossing big rivers
and towering mountains.
He's open for boundless temptations.

Riding alone on his motorbike,
hading for starlit sensations,
taking the bumps of a sandy road.
He's crossing the desert
and romshackle ghosttowns.
He's feeling symphonic vibrations.

Drumming the motor beat, humming a song,
feeling the scorching heat, he's going strong.
Stretching his aching feet, speeding along,
he's on a fast way to heaven.

Riding a glittering motorbike,
causing conflicting emotions,
sweating like hell in his leather skin,
he raises two fingers, he revs up the engine,
he's having a final comotion.

Riding alone on his motorbike,
heading for starlit tentations,
losing his grip on an icy road,
he skids towards an oaktree
in super slow motion
and feels his eternal sensation.

Bikers on their way
aren't meant to stay.
Bikers on the road:
their path is the purpose.


© by Bernd F. Gruschwitz u. Ingo Höricht

Aus dem Album "Mondschatten" von Mellow Melange