Flash of light
Sunglasses on tight
Wind in my hair
headin for fresh air
Hands on the bars,
flying by the cars.
nothin in the rear view,
no boys in blue.
Headin down the road
in my happy mode
sun on my face
finally leavin this place
Half way to no-where,
light up a reefer.
(High) , had a good think
wishing my bike was pink.
On my way again,
down the tar vein.
As long as I do not have to go back,
my new life I will cherish and attack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blimey, Dave, where are you off to? ? As for the pink bike, nahhh it wouldn't suit you. By the way, watch out for rocks in the road......... Love, Fran xx ps they're called spliffs nowadays, Dave, you're showing your age ha ha.