February 17: It moves your soul ...

I polished up my motorbike and set out for a ride

I put on my favourite jeans, to try to save my hide

I grabbed my trusty helmet; I put on my summer gloves

I put on my boots, I turned the key, this is something that I love

I’m belting up a three laned road, I’m scraping through the bends

All the time I am responsible, speed cameras are my friends

Never being stupid, and I never play the fool

I need to stop in not too long; I’m very low on fuel

I’m winding through the forests, the trees filter out the sun

As I lean into the corners, I’m having awesome fun

I watch the road with hawk like eyes, looking for the flaw

That could bring me down, I wear a frown, where I’ll finish I’m not sure

But today I need not worry, today is paradise

A great day out, and I’m safely home, the ride was very nice

I didn’t get a ticket, and I didn’t get a fright

After a fun day on the motorbike, I sleep peacefully at night

But I know at any moment, my good luck it could change

One inattentive driver, and my life might be rearranged

A moment of distraction, a loss of concentration

Might wreck my day, so stay away, or suffer my frustration

So if you don’t get that feeling, if you can’t feel the passion

If the reason that your bike is red is so you fit with fashion

If it doesn’t give you goose bumps, if it doesn’t make you whole

Then give it up and take the bus, it will never move your soul