The Truth of It All
Life we plan, we think, than we own. ººººº On my bike a smooth drive on a trail that I love Attempting to enter the vortex Trying to direct and focus my thoughts to catch up with the emotions, of love and joy for the vortex would accept it as my toy, without being thrown out of the game, or the ploy The wind softly whispering on my skin The blue skies were slowly fading into a soft gray dream edged with the sun's last attempt at showing the gleam. My bike was smoothly covering the road of the... Sign in to see full entry.