my own race
THIS WAS WROTE IN MY MOTO X PHASE. SO OF COURSE I HAD TO MAKE A POEM THAT HAD TO DO WITH RACING, WITH LIFE'S LITTLE LESSONS. the dirt quenches my thirst, from a river that runs dry. racing in the heat, powered by the rays. racing through a road not taken, I ask myself why, of all the days that fly... Sign in to see full entry.