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"THE RIDE"
The distant skyline ahead Dreams Unfound, and waiting ...on the road again
The hot desert heat Dances softly on my face My eyes slightly shut It begins
Mile after mile The dial ticks I’m getting closer To forgetting yesterday
Freedom stronger With every pulse The call of the wild Echoes my time
The wind rushes by Whispers of stories that lay ahead Cold beer A dusty bar on the road side
No turning back, Once the ride begins Into infinity And the death of conscious
A surge to live Free and beyond A longed escape ...just to be
(c) Rabih El-Khoury 2002
Email: rabih_elkhoury@yahoo.com
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