A Riders Parable Verse
As I ride the long and winding road
there are twists and turns, where ever I go.
Go low, lean in, throttle out and do it again
and again and again.
The adrenalin is pumping, as I don't know what's round the bend, but sweet is the victory, when I nail it, and put fear to its end.
With every twist and turn, through every misty valley, my ride my trusty machine is now my intimate friend.
Pride is a downfall and can bring no good end; but a healthy respect towards my intimate friend, will always see me through to the end.
My ride my trusty machine, my friend, has a lot to say, and should I listen with an ear to hear, my ride will be smooth with every change of the gear. I will know exactly what to do.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul, so with every ride I set my sight upon a greater goal, for where I fix my eye upon is where I'm gonna go. Look not to the right or to the left or over that cliff, but to that sweet spot at the very edge, and trust my friend will carry me through.
Tomorrow i will ride again, maybe down a road I have never been with a view I have never seen, with adrenalin pumping I Go low, Lean in, throttle out and do it again and again and again.
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