DEAD SEA GULLS

Not afraid to be a man or admit when I miss something that was dear to me.

So, usually when riding my bike, I sing loud and long. Enough so that my voice is damaged come morning.
Last nights ride home was the following at the top of my lungs.

Home home home is where the heart is, but I don’t 
know know know what part is the hardest. I can’t
go go go back to where this started, It was
oh so long ago. 
So we
ride ride ride into the darkness, no this
flight flight flight ain’t for the faint of heart,
I’d like you at my 
side side side when we’ve departed. It was 
oh so beautiful.

I realize this isn’t the greatest song I’ve come up with, but the sun is setting, and I have to get down from this ridge. Not enough time. 

Traverse Ridge Road, UT
July 30th, 2011 

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