Evenin' 🌌 crew here's one for you...
When the road runs in your veins,
You forget about losses, forget about gains.
It’s not about riches, not fortune, not fame,
It’s fire in your blood that can’t be tamed.
The roar of the motor, the wind in your face,
Every mile you conquer becomes your place.
Scars on your knuckles, pain in your bones,
Yet freedom’s a kingdom and the saddle’s your throne.
They’ll never get it, those who stay still,
Living in cages, afraid of the thrill.
But you were born restless, untied, unchained,
A brother of thunder, by asphalt ordained.
When storms try to break you, you ride through the rain,
When sorrow cuts deep, you push through the pain.
For stopping feels hollow, like choking on dust,
And the road keeps you honest, the steel keeps you just.
You’re not chasing trophies, no glitter, no crown,
You’re chasing horizons where night can’t pin you down.
Some souls were built for the cage or the town,
But yours was made for the long road around.
So ride till the final spark leaves your machine,
Ride through the shadows, ride through the unseen.
For even in death, your spirit remains,
Forever wide open
The road in your veins.

















































I ride backpack on my boyfriend’s Harley. I am sad when we don’t go riding.