A Biker's World

With my hair pulled back, my helmet on,
My pants untorn except for the knee.
Climb on my bike and kick first gear,
Destination unknown, I don’t care.

Second, third, fourth and fifth,
Hand on the throttle shifting gear
Wind blowing through my hair,
All my troubles just seem to disappear.

In a biker's world,
There is no such thing as strangers.
There are only friends
You haven’t met yet.