Night ride.

Racing with the moon,
piercing through the monsoon,
I ride into the stormy night
chased by heavenly spotlight.

My burdens fast getting out of sight.
I try to forget with all my might
as I ride into the stormy night
with no fear left to fight.

Past noises and the city lights
towards the towering heights
I ride searching for the guiding stars
confronting my inner wars.

The twists and turns I find,
unwind my coiled mind.
I ride, leaving my past behind
Into a future undefined.

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