We ride with purpose on iron steeds
Through forests deep where silence leads
No rush no fuss just feeling free
The point in life is plain to see
With dirt beneath and sky above
We find in motion what we love
A simple drive yet so profound
In each rev a truth unbound
Rolling through the woods we go
Life's fleeting moments in a show
Handlebars and hidden thrills
On these hills we find our wills
Stoic hearts and minds that roam
Far from chaos far from home
We understand with every turn
In this wild our souls discern
Engines roaring like an ancient hymn
Through the ash and oak we skim
No words needed no need to speak
The world is ours it's peace we seek
Let others chase the never-ending race
We find our meaning in this place
A winding trail under the pines
In the ride our spirit shines
Rolling through the wood
© Copyright: Вячеслав Мозжухин, 2025
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