Poetry Break: At Speed (In A New World)

At Speed, with no particular destination in mind; just the road ahead observed and quickly dispatched, was there, then here, now gone.

Nothing sticks when you are moving fast, and doubly so when that movement is on two wheels.  Maybe it's the wind that makes the difference.

If only this could be a permanent state, a life spent at Speed In A New World.  Perhaps it will when the time comes ...

For now there is a downtime, a return to stasis.  But Souls aren't meant to be still too long (Rev It Up).