The Road

I fled the cities for the road
In part to shed some demons old
But come to find the trails I found
Were more than just a way, away

Each ride found comfort in loneliness
And kinship with the rolling land
A constant peace that begs no price
That beckons on, beyond and beyond

To choose the way where winds are kind
Where breezes carry a scent of life
And the spirit of the road reminds
Of a quiet truth - to live to ride.

To seek the road not often rode
And take the chance that fear awaits
But perhaps to find my very soul
In the distant crease between earth and sky.

by Gus Oloroso

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