Wednesday, October 12, 2005

on a motorbike
the journey so smooth
he never set his feet to the ground once
i looked over his shoulder
and saw hair whipping around madly
framed by a helmet, sloping off into shoulders
i considered the shadow we cast on the ground
and contemplated independence and freedom
i retrieved the memory of a conversation
which, only upon reflection
seemed utterly ridiculous
it was then that i realised
it had only been a dream
which made me shudder at
the blurring or reality and memory

posted by beckyboo @ 10:11 PM

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