Clean the biking gear - the helmet, the jacket and the accessories;
Lay the heart and head of a boy on the man's vehicle.
Follow the nearest highway away from the usual roadblocks;
We want the ride, the moody wind caressing the locks.
The optimist says to accelerate through the emotional pages;
The realist checks for the toolkit, fuel in the tank and the clutch wire.
The writer takes a theme and explores it's root by the wheel;
The artist brakes through the trip to pause and savor the passing sunset.
The recluse parks the vehicle on a lonely road to smell the silence;
The monk teaches the anxiety demon to de-accelerate and breathe.
The mind requests the eyes to relax and submits to the gravity;
The ear is sharp and converses with the senses for safety.
The conscience wakes up and wishes to cleanse itself on the bygone roads
As the smile kicks in, when the theme is explored by the smell of your words!
