The Rider
01-26-2008, 12:29 AM
Not much is left when,
Tearing down the highway,
I pass mile-marker infinity.
Having cast aside my epiphany long before,
I feel the breath of age
Creeping under my youthful armor.
What was once abandoned in the pursuit of speed,
Now only serves to slow the emotion.
To blur the vision.
To stop the heart.
No more will I find elucidation behind blind corners,
Only miles and miles of straight roadways,
Heading off into eternity.
Tearing down the highway,
I pass mile-marker infinity.
Having cast aside my epiphany long before,
I feel the breath of age
Creeping under my youthful armor.
What was once abandoned in the pursuit of speed,
Now only serves to slow the emotion.
To blur the vision.
To stop the heart.
No more will I find elucidation behind blind corners,
Only miles and miles of straight roadways,
Heading off into eternity.