Bikes, rum and the road,
you keep going, you don’t stop.
and just when you think
you are done, another beckons.
you stop, you stare,
you fight the urge to carry on.
you come back and sigh,
coz the wanderlust has got you.
I just can’t give it a name, To these thoughts that I pen. I guess sometimes its better To leave them unsaid.
Bikes, rum and the road,
you keep going, you don’t stop.
and just when you think
you are done, another beckons.
you stop, you stare,
you fight the urge to carry on.
you come back and sigh,
coz the wanderlust has got you.
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