I will soak
through to the bone
some rainy days

Some scorching days
my skin will die
ultra-violently

on desolate others
I won’t talk to
a soul

or the ones i see
will treat me like
a nuisance

some fearful days
i will cry because
i miss you

on loving days
i will laugh because
we’re so close!

a god
disguised as
a vagrant

but then
also vagrants
are god

transforming
from knowledge
to experience

creating a path
from asphalt and
inspiration

would you like
to know the
deepest secret?

held between
the road, the bike,
and me?

:
.
(i am free!)