Dash that white line!

The one in the middle of the road.

Flying by

But remaining

Still.

Distances

Remain

Distant -

Apart from

When you are

On top.

Winding

Climbing

Dipping

And

Free wheeling

To

Places

Both familiar

And not.

Adventurous

Lonesome

Or

Part of a

Group

Of likeminded

Souls

The kick is

Being

On the

Move.

Strange

Haunting

Sojourns

Into

The

Unknown

In the deepest

Indigo

Night

Lit

By

Beams

Of the

Bright eyed

Wild

Self.

The thirst

To keep

On moving

Forever

Growing

Only

To

Be

Quenched

By

The

Familiar

Dawn's

Glow

Illuminating

The need

For speed

To

Far

Flung

Places

Where

The

Exotic

Is

Only

Something

New.

Yes!

Let's

Hit

The road

Jack

There

Is no

Reverse

Only

The white line

In the

Middle of the road

Reflecting

The directions

You face.