299 – Night flight

She wears her recklessness
As both a shield,
And a twisted badge
Of honor.

Ignorance is bliss,
She’ll cheerfully quote
To anyone and everyone
Calling her naïve.

Deep inside se knows
It really can’t last.
Running on fumes
Never gets you very far.

But still,
The moon is high
And the motorcycle engine
Hot and ready.

She may crash and burn someday…

But not tonight.

Tonight she feels alive.

Tonight she rides.

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