My Escape

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.