The Curves of the road,
Remind me that,
Life,
Love,
Dreams;
Anything worth reaching.
Anything worth holding on to.
It all comes eventually.
Yeah,
Sure,
I could be impatient
Take the a to b path,
Not follow the highway,
Straight line,
Shortcut,
Off-road.
Yet how am I supposed to know
That what is waiting,
Through those trees,
Beyond that hill,
Is going to be any quicker,
Than leaning the bike,
Throttling her perfectly,
Riding each curve,
As if her and I share a common goal,
Making our way towards you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Duncan S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.