Rides of freedom

Boots on pegs, engine's roar,
The world stands still, your spirit soars.
Noise fades away, comparisons lost in wind,
Expectations traded for freedom's thrill within.

Gears click, chaos fades to peace,
Rearview mirrors blur, your path you seize.
No rival chased, just the horizon's call,
A sacred dance with machine and wind's thrall.

Throttle twists, adrenaline blooms bright,
Autonomy's heartbeat, pure delight.
Untethered, alive, a force so free,
Wind screams past, your spirit's glee.

In this ride, you find your true place,
Where speed and joy erase time and space.
No winners, no losers, just the ride,
A moment's freedom, where you decide.

Stephanie Veronique