Turning Twenty One Again
Helmets are for sissies; I jump on my hog and head down the road
A two week vacation where I can be whoever I want.
No one knows me out here, I breeze down the highway
Loving the wind that rattles my teeth, feeling alive again
My youth comes back swiftly, I lose ten years every ten miles
There is no destination, it is the journey, the open road, I seek
I am replenished, refreshed, I have recaptured my hopes and dreams.
On my hog, I lose forty years in forty miles,
easily turning into my twenty-one year old self again.
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