Sunday, November 26, 2006

Blessed is he, whosoever is free

Biting down a shiver, riding a jarring road 
Alone in the cold comfort that darkness gave 
Under sheets of rain that lashed through the haze 
He embraced its pace and hit the throttle straight 
Speeding towards the nothingness ahead 
Filled with peace in pleasure and pain 
As man and machine merged, he bowed to the skies 
From where his presiding deities gazed 
Blessed is he, whosoever can be free