Two Worlds
One foot here and one foot there.
Places seen where most don’t dare.
The side that sees the winding road
And one that guides the brush.
Iron cage and bracelet links
Just aint my cup of tea.
Wish the motherfuckers
Would stop and let me be.
Live my life my own way
An’ try to tread on none.
Swing the blade of vengeance
Disguised in artistry.
What really does it matter
If I choose to wear a lid.
Life is never safe you see,
No matter what you did.
I ride because I have to,
Wind between my teeth
Art the guise that mirrors soul
And what resides in me.
Soul that never bowed
To staid conformity
Heart that beats, reddened
Wildly and free.
Ride alone or with another.
Miles beneath my feet.
Wind and water, fire and earth
Keeps me in that seat.
Paid those dues and all the rest
And pay em twice again.
Not quite crossing far enough
For life in souless pen.
Walk along the razor line.
One hand upon the blade.
Touch the knife to taste the ink
In which a life is laid.
I ride because of wild love
For places I haven’t been.
High among the peaks
And low across the land.
Keep the gas tank full
Leathers close at hand
Through the rainy morning
Or burning sunlit grand.
I ride because I have to
Fly both swift and free
Roving like the ancients
Across the lands unseen.
So lay me in the corners,
fast and flying low.
Upon an open endless road
Destination long unknown.
Banfiadh – copywrite2009
