Where are you racing to passing me by?
Faster and faster with one destination
you are like shadows and able to fly
while I feel grounded to the very moment
and if I fly once I would do with death
taunting me with irony of self-damnation.
But you race along with a darkest omen
of what may come to be in a final breath.
Late last night I was riding back from Orlando and crossing one of the bridges over Tampa Bay I noticed shadows around. I was the only one on the bridge which has lights all over on tall posts along the railing. I was going very fast and the shadows were formed by the lights above. Multiple shadows mocking by passing faster around me and for a second there I realized that riding my motorcycle was taunting death and if I crashed as such speed it would be the only time in my life I get to fly for a few seconds. Not the best thoughts to have when I’m riding but the entire episode stuck in my mind.