Bliss

With the sun setting
and the wind blowing
while the musics playing
I’m smoking a cigarette.
I weave in and out
and my speed builds up
as the towns pass by.
This is bliss.
I’m free as a bird
and theres noone around.
Steady as she goes
down that country road
and I arrive.
So has my smile.

PBM

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