Road driven actions are of no matter.
Of what the outcome may be.
My love holds fast to you.
The nights without you are dense with time;
wind vain and hollow.
Road driven actions are of no matter.
The clock mockingly functions
at my every glance, yet
my love holds fast to you.
I can only imagine,
the things you must do as
road driven actions are of no matter.
What (and whom) you may see,
fills my sleepless wonder, yet
my love holds fast to you.
A wonder that fades upon
your bike's thunder to my door.
Road driven actions are of no matter.
My love holds fast to you.
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