Worshiping the power in our wrists
We have our gods and we are the priests,
Guided by instinct to tame the machine
Running rich with emotions while fuel budgets get lean,
Sound of the engine is like church bells ringing
Arrive at peace while the motor is singing,
Every spark ignites the fire to ride better
Like the carb, even our heartbeats flutter,
Fighting for the line we defend and bustle
Brake and turn, with all your muscle,
Nobody knows how this courage we muster
Blame our stupidity or the lust to get faster,
All these years that we laughed or cried
We relive those emotions on every ride.
We have our gods and we are the priests,
Guided by instinct to tame the machine
Running rich with emotions while fuel budgets get lean,
Sound of the engine is like church bells ringing
Arrive at peace while the motor is singing,
Every spark ignites the fire to ride better
Like the carb, even our heartbeats flutter,
Fighting for the line we defend and bustle
Brake and turn, with all your muscle,
Nobody knows how this courage we muster
Blame our stupidity or the lust to get faster,
All these years that we laughed or cried
We relive those emotions on every ride.
2 comments:
Hi Varad,
That was a cheeky poem on your love for automobiles. I came to know ur blog through zigwheels and yes the site was amazing enough to for all kinds of info.
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Check it out! Kudos for Kindered Souls!!
neat work bro !!
cheers \m/
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