I’d be lying if I had said it was easy,
I spent too long reading number plates,
Stranger lonely on the roads,
I just stared at the signs,
Not finding any good enough for me.
But I’ll admit in the end it was beautiful.
Like watching the Sun set,
Somehow knowing it would rise again,
And I would ride alone.
A poem; too many words, but I want,
To write them all but I’d end up lost.