I had a suden burst of winter off season inspiration today and I thought I would share...I call it "When the Visor Comes Down"
I miss the times when the visor comes down
and the world turns into a blur
When the tires seem cold and the rider is bold
and of traction your really not sure
Through the noise, vibration, and dizzy haze
the bike and the rider become one
Your spirit soars free and on bended knee
your heart has the power to run
All troubles and cares vanish in the air
as your concentration narrows down
Your machine is alive and streaks through time
your heartbeat the engine's sound
In a flash the flag falls and as you cool down
vivid images come rushing back
The sights and sounds that did not register
as your mind became one with the track
Soon you'll find yourself still and sadly missing
all the truth and purpose you had found
For your soul is laid bare with no other care
the moment the visor comes down...
I miss the times when the visor comes down
and the world turns into a blur
When the tires seem cold and the rider is bold
and of traction your really not sure
Through the noise, vibration, and dizzy haze
the bike and the rider become one
Your spirit soars free and on bended knee
your heart has the power to run
All troubles and cares vanish in the air
as your concentration narrows down
Your machine is alive and streaks through time
your heartbeat the engine's sound
In a flash the flag falls and as you cool down
vivid images come rushing back
The sights and sounds that did not register
as your mind became one with the track
Soon you'll find yourself still and sadly missing
all the truth and purpose you had found
For your soul is laid bare with no other care
the moment the visor comes down...