making way on my bike
in a dead cold night
few passing bright moments
those distant road lights
this black stretched strip
a road to oblivion
it runs across my life
but the journey never ends
arid,barren,silent cemetery on right
lively ,bright lights on left side
gushing wind drifts me from dead to bright
just like fate,it won't let you decide
skin from my hands has peeled off
i washed sweat,tears and blood off my face
lines from my palms are erased for good
now the route map is gone,of destined place
my hands are numb,legs are weak
i can't stop till journey is complete
this night is life,dawn is the end
I'll pass from tears to cheerful beat
Prompt: to write about the journey of life as a motorbike journey, with intense emotions and dark ,deep despair....
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