Zen on the road

An empty open highway
biking to a place faraway
vroooming miles after miles
melting the rubber in wheels.
wind on the face
thanks to the pace.

the sky is azure
my mind is clear
sunny and cloudless
The mind gone away thoughtless

Ahoy!
Heart bobs with joy

In the bike thatz vrooming
Phut came the bloom
And the heart's blossom

I am in harmony
I need no money
It does not buy joy

Oh! boy!
Happiness is in
being here and now!
wowow!

Leave back your mind
on the wind
Down to the roads
Along with the toads

Satori on a Suzuki!