Riding Free Through Time

Rolling down another broken line. Chasing echoes of a simpler time.

Radio humming like an old French tune. Dust on my boots in the

promise of June. Highways whisper stories I outgrew. But every mile brings me back

to you. I'm still running with the wild wind blowing. Heart still beating

with a fire keeps glowing. Turn it up, let the old days shine.

I'm alive, riding free through time. Polaroid memories stuck in my mind.

Snapshots of freedom I left behind. City lights tried to pull me in.

But I was born where the roads begin. Every sunrise paints the sky anew.