As I ride on my bike,
the wind caresses my hair,
while the nearby trees scurry off,
to god knows where.
On the road I see blurry strips of white,
but in an instant;
they vanish from my sight.
I see a new one,
but it appears quite distant.
The blasting winds\' thrum,
ensues chaos in my eardrums,
so I clench my fist as it makes me tense,
the sound of this deafening silence.
I lean forward as the bike speeds up,
only to find a vexing bump,
As I slow down,
the smudges of green, black and white,
convert to a scene of distressing plight.
My memories of this monotonous world,
ever so cruel and whack,
from the depths emerge,
as I realize as I was high on crack.