Existential- Hypocrisy and a Journey

Raindrops fall on asphalt 
a final cleansing ritual, I think
of a dark road stretching forever
for the genesis of another journey
my needs met in a backpack
hammer of a motorcycle engine
shall carry me for miles and miles

I write in the bleakest of light 
gentle breeze rustling ancient trees
flooded at once with a montage
of memories I'm unable to outlive
yet I am aware
that unique is a myth
darkness and demons
pain and suffering
loner and rebel 
love and loss
all done to death a million times
cycle repeats without remorse
what's left to say, to be written

I'm shunning the world's din
leaving behind the questions
attention or the rare accolade
for the call of a destination undecided
mountains or water, I don't know
but I'll stop where a new story begins

I'm a hypocrite,
even selfish
no desire to make a difference
or touch lives
the solitude I embrace with pride
is nothing but my secret lie
my hell on the curve of a fuel tank
I'll ride for miles in search of stories
to write a few lines
just a few 
a glimmer of recognition I look for
in the eyes of someone who cared enough
that's what I live for
till then I exist. 

©Lost

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