The rush Wind rushing Through my hair Wheels turning Faster, anywhere I grip the handle, hand is tight I brace myself, faster I ride Rumble of the engine, has my head spinning Speeding past traffic, as I look over grinning Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches Motor revving for me, this is my weakness Cruise around bends Glide down hills Over the bridges Beyond the horizon Turning of the radio dial, a song to escape Burning of the gasoline, my journey takes shape Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches Motor revving for me, this is my weakness ©Schizology The rush #rush #motorcycle #Song
