and i forgot that i'm aging
the wind strips strips the white from my hair
and the pudge from my middle
and the knowledge that i'm growing stuck in my ways
the alertness and concentration
forcing me to live in the moment
at stops, i carry my helmet in with me
yes, to show them all
but also as a weapon
a sword and/or a shield
against reality
for no matter how much throttle i give
reality is never far behind me
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