First Ride Alone
First Ride Alone1 min 1.3K 1 min 1.3K
Every day by the roadside
Trailers of thoughts cross by my side.
My mind’s car feels like overtaking with a glide
Heart’s busy breaks are too dry
There it starts ravishing writing ride
Sitting in that serious seat so stern
My hands heatedly burn.
Chain of cheesy charms does turn
Weirdly woo me to yearn
Then I go thrillingly thick
My head’s engine does pick
Wonderfully wrapped words’ wick
Tiring travel it is - neither prompt nor quick.
It involves no lashes no cramps
No one envies nor does any damp
But my car has to brighten many lamps
And cover miles on these writing ramps.