enough bravery to write about,

maybe too shy to write about it,

but I do write,

I do ride,

Rites I know.

No rites are ever the same.

Right, it can look like it.

Still it is the writers perspective,

if you read about it.

Right now,

past dreams of future moments

are taking a ride with me.

Like a journey,

of music,

with cymbels

moment I wrote down