8000
There goes a lonesome rider
on her machine buddy
rolling on the lazy road
by the river
Oh! Come look at me closer
Dont you see I've got five heads
four wings on my back
My poetry is running on wind
I pass my words behind
Wind is my guardian
Wind shields me from
Hologram radiation
My bike is a machine lion
protects me from Hologram attack
If they still do
I can just get on my bike and
run away
quick
I pedal hard
to keep up with the honor
of my bike 'cause
he is one of kind
TRT MTB
TREK 8000
8 is courage
1000 is enormous
so is 8000
I no more fear