It don’t take no eyes to see
the burning path of a lunatic
cut across desert sands and asphalt mountains.
It’s not about outrunning sides of sizzling bacon
or anything the square community can label
and write about in their smoldering textbooks.
I’ve been chasing that dragon for so long
that fills this fire in my soul
and can only be quenched
by a fallen angel
riding a motorcycle in the buff –
everything I want but can never have…
To drive a piece of metal engineering so fast
it almost grows wings
and leaves this hunk of rock for good.
The hungry claws of life
strip away the promise of days past
until the torch of eternal glory we pledged to live our lives by
was long ago snuffed in the rains of despair.
To taste everything fresh
and have it be as delicious as promised
by the liars of poetry and song
would make it all worthwhile,
but we know that ain’t happening.
So I’m gonna keep this up for as long as I can
and then a little more after that…