Born to Ride, Born to Fly

*Quote comes from the song “The Sky, The Stars, and Forgiveness” by Syracuse local band Fazeshift


Early August
Sunny sky, gentle breeze, cotton candy clouds.
Decadence surrounded the lively girl.
Young and sweet, barely eighteen.
Pacific windows and honey locks.
She had the world grasped in her palm.
She was born to ride, born to fly.
80 down the freeway, atop a metal stallion.
Wind whipping her honey locks in wild tangles.
Those pacific windows blazing with the ecstasy of freedom.
She was addicted.
To the whoosh,
And the vroom.
The thundering motor frightening her.
Yet each time she straddled that metal beast,
The speedometer rose exponentially.

Late September
Her addiction took over.
To fast to ride, to fast to fly.
*Oh no the sky is breaking down, oh what a mess I’m made of now.

Early October
Sunny sky, gentle breeze, cotton candy clouds.
Life surrounded the decadent girl.
Young and sweet, just eighteen.
Pacific windows and honey locks.
Sadness cradled her close to death.
The world slipped through her palms grasp.
She was born to ride, born to fly.