The wind in my face
Tells me again,
'this is my place'
Between what's left behind
On empty roads unwind
Race the fears on your mind

Till the wind dries my tears
And my skull dissolves as I bend
Around a blank curve, another turn
'This is it!' The urge that I yearn
Easing up a bit to give me time to learn

Yes; once we rode amid equals
But then life added some sequels
Change a cog, drop a sprog from a winter snog
Like your mother said, em cee square equals me
Since you ain't interested, my dreams are now free

Lift my foot off the pedal
Feel I deserve a medal
Another night, ride, anyway
All mine; Am my own hero
Running on empty if less than zero.