“ The Ride ” ~ meant to reinvent ~


The ride that wants

To be all tides,

One that awaits

To have you ride

Atop the crest,

And thus in stride

To absolute best,

Suffers not strife

Nor craves a nest

As a place to hide,

And save the rest

Now wearing thin,

Though little be left

Of life’s ride therein…


Hence ‘tis be fate

That offers bent,

Not just survive

But to give rise,

With singular pride

Meant reinvent,

For this ultimate ride!