The wind blowing in my face
Sets my strong heart to race
The road that beneath my feet rolls by
Carries me to that great orb in the sky
White lines and blacktop stretching out
Leading to freedom without a doubt
Into the bend, scraping the pegs
The power throbs between my legs
Wide open throttle down the straight
Then hard on the brakes before it's too late
It matters not turning left or turning right
Each vista I pass is a brand new sight
One with the road going who knows where
Someplace off in the distance right over there
Listen sharp I hear the road calling me
I answer that call cause it sets me free
The wind in my face carries me away
To the land of my dreams on this beautiful day
Live free or die I have heard it said
On my two wheels I will never be led
The wind and the blacktop show me the way
To a land where dreams ever hold sway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The freedom of the open road - wonderful. To a land where dreams ever hold sway - great line, great write.