These familiar roads
make me fear n brace,
the lanes are marked
in white footprints
of infants and school kids...
I ride without lane discipline.
A warm night, the wind from the
seven seas comes funnelled
between the dreams of
sleeping, hard-working men;
into the vents of my helmet,
they bring a song...
I've forgotten its lyrics;
I left behind all the tones
for a grammar school
and now a drummers role sans music.
Just left to herald the darkness I’ll find,
a little beyond the next right.
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