Sitting behind on the bike, reminiscing those things I liked

So many journeys and voyages I have experienced down the years,
So many voices of laughter, and falls that has brought us tears.
Tasted life and frolic, experienced heaven and hell,
Tripped up we were, but hoped that the authority couldn’t tell.
The only thing that led us to bind, well, nevermind.

From the beginning we knew that we had to face our own demons,
But we managed to conceal it, a lesson from adolescent to become men.
We surrounded ourselves with make believes of content and a fulfilled life,
But strangely we led one that was close to discontent, jealousy and strife.
We were not remote from vanity, well, its our profanity.

Flew fast which brought tears of dirt and happiness back to our veins,
Some shed over shattered glass-hearts, the one that pains.
You are scared of the road and the road’s scared of you,
The adrenaline is indescribable, like weed leaves you blew.
Couldn’t have gone any faster, well, it didn’t impress her.

I raised my arm to be one of the birds and feel the sensation of flying,
All I felt was nausea, the burning inside of running away and liberating.
The strong gust of air on your face deludes you of what you are,
Freely you roam to a place made of fame, money and rockstars.
The idea of innocence, well, for me it always made sense.

The full story of your love seems to surface on to your head,
All the things you wanted to say to her, all the wrong things you said.
Sang songs you knew and songs that you just made up,
Humming the first lines of a song that you just found, you build up.
The idea of being known, well, shadows of being alone.

Your closest ally is, I think, closest to you now,
He is thinking of something too, I am sure he is, but I don’t know how.
Many times I have found him lost in his own world,
He doesn’t say anything at all, think he doesn’t think at all.
Strange logics evolve, well, in strange emotions they revolve.

Summon up all the lingering hindrances to your mostly fulfilled life,
Like parasites they eat you, and cuts your ecstasy like a knife.
Bloody teachers, parents, girls and all your remaining debts,
You feel like jumping off the bike, as good as it gets.
Things will always get you down, well, me not gonna frown.

The drive’s reasons are always monotonous and boring, but you never grow tired of it.
The end is not the sole purpose, that what we call is shit.
The silence between friends when there is nothing much to say,
The end of the travel brings that, it’s the price that every soul has to pay.
Sitting behind the bike, well, reminiscing the things I like and dislike.

8th April, 2007. My clock's not working, so dont really know the time......Rock on