My mind is alive so a night ride to clear the air. Through wind and thought God calls from everywhere. Pretend not to hear do I even dare. Midnight comes the hour should I even care.
My body is alive yet aging but fair. With a few more wrinkles and a little less hair. A few imperfections of the flesh when it’s bare. But a night ride for the ages, and for youth, and I’m there.
The night is alive with motion and glare. It moves into darkness with secrets to share. If you’d rather be old and weary beware. Don’t go for a night ride lest youth meet you there.
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