Every time one’s imagination opens the door to reveal the fierceness of a rider, a thought fills the air. The very thought that masquerades as marks on the forehead of the ones who carry a passion to prove. Those who bear the fire that burns within, who leave not a single chance to scream that a new Pulsar’s in town.
The roads will stay on,
Long after the explorers have come & gone!
There are streets where they wander
There are witnesses admiring their swagger
A biker is an explorer
Befriending the streets
How can they embrace this night?
That they momentary attach with
The dimming lights, the starry nights
Is what a biker views
From one path to another
They keep moving on to different hues
