Me and My Mojito

I was lost again for sure So I packed up my bags To find a cure. Through The rain, I held the line, And rode my hog to the Core d'Azur. The first Few days were touch and go, I ate and drank and took It slow. The sun and sand Came close to heaven, my eyes We're open from noon to seven. Nights were lonely, I roamed The streets, until I found A bar that makes a great Mojito. Two weeks are Gone, I feel much better, My hog is itching for some New adventure. Good to go, One more night, just for Me and my last Mojito.