I suppose it's time to start figuring things out. My subconscious is peeking through, bubbling to the forefront of my mind and constantly reminding me that there is so much to see, so much to do, mistakes to be made and experiences to be had. It's becoming time to say goodbye to my faithful trails, my church, my place of worship, the holy grounds upon which I have sacrificed blood and sweat. After thousands of miles ridden, hundreds of insignificant worries and regrets forgotten, dozens of stitches and more than two decades, it is time to put rubber to dirt elsewhere. If I could pin down what I am chasing, I certainly would, but here I stand, unable to explain what I want, where I want it or how I will get there. The concrete truths I am relying on are simply fleeting moments which entrench themselves in my emotional fabric and are sown deep into my mind. Off I go. Long live the ride.
"I don't want to be a rusty suit of armor, or a tumbled out forgotten castle in your mind, I just want to be a twisted willow, so I can leave your shallow thinking far behind."
