Joy on deaths edge

as I lean in to the twist, I feel the bike trough my wrist. my outswing leg meeting the tar. the angel of death looming not to far. I can't help but feel free. on this winding road, my bike and me. never will I feel the constraints. in my heart the passion remains. I hear the voices in the wind rush by. telling me I would surely die . but I know how it feels to be alive . the passion and adrenaline my drive. It's part of wat my soul needs me, my bike on the lonely street honor edges in my heart. on my bike is were life starts