Ride-Or-Die

When the muse keeps tapping, even when life's calling

Photo by Stan Slade on Unsplash

Time to move
Can’t wait! Hurry!
Must get out the door

Mind’s a blur
It keeps stalling
Wait! We can do more!

No, not now
Been stuck for days
Leaving my cocoon

The road calls
Sun is shining
Ride ‘til afternoon

But what if
The words demand
As I ride my bike

Pull over
Break out the phone
Then turn on my mic

Get back on
Back to living
Wind blowing my hair

Stretch out now
Time to hit it
Leave behind my cares

Author's Note:
The ride is the release… but sometimes the words follow anyway. — Liora
voice through fire | www.liorawrites.com

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