climbing up some lonely mountain.
alone but for some old eagle.
we know each other exist.
and that is all.
as the bike slides to the east.
and the road turns to ice.
the wind and the motor the only sounds forever.
slow and easy like clouds.
do you remember easy rider?
wanna go with me?
well I guess that job's done.
were you ever there with me?
we lay down our lives everyday.
and think nothing until one day.
when we think everything.
and wait until someone tells us stop.
sven.
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