RIDE

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enslaved by the anarchic ride, for life and love

indentured to the road that stares back at us

how many detours there have been

and how many more there will be, still

we're closer, getting closer

we've stopped counting the potholes 

and begun to pave them over

no matter where we go

no matter why

we will ride

without the promise of streets paved in gold 

we ride, only for resolution

to paint our own road home

wherever that may be, whatever we may find

as of yet, there is only an empty canvas

there is no truth, there are no lies

there is only life, and love

there is no eye for an eye

only dust to dust

we will ride through remission 

we will ride to redemption

we will ride for love, aimlessly 

not to fret about love lost, no matter how heartless and narrow

no matter how deep or shallow

we will ride through it's scorn on a broken arrow

for the blind pursuit of some kind of unabated love

no matter how unforgiving

as long as we're alive

we'll live for the sake of living

we will ride

our wheels are forever turning

our hearts forever racing, hanging from threads

from the incarnation of our empathies

our wary heart's forever longing

we lay beside our affinities 

at the new day dawning

it's never been about where we're going

it's all for a love we've never known

it's never been about knowing

there's no use knocking on an open door

for life, for love, forever, round and round we'll go

why should we stop when there's a place for us to begin?

why start all over again?

no matter how numb, we will still feel the pain

no matter where the road fills up with rain

no matter where the road ends

the river's still flowing

no matter how the river bends

we will ride into the ocean

we will guide our maker's pen

not to tempt, but to provoke it

filling in a world of black and white

with the most vibrant colors on its palette

even with our sails abated of wind

we will not remain stagnant

no matter where or when

if the storm ever hits

if we lose this fortitude

and the comfort of our ship

we will swim

no matter how tattered and torn

we will ride out this storm

as long as the moon begets the tide

we will ride

some will live, some will die

we will ride the ripples in their wake

one day we will make it to the other side

right now, we'll ride for what can never be replaced

we'll ride forever, for our own sake

no matter how unforgiving

as long as we're alive

we'll live for the sake of living

as long as we ride, no matter the cynic

we'll find providence at the end of an endless mystery

as long as we're alive

we're writing history

as long as we're alive

we will ride

Ride cover by Robert S. Sallee, LaSalle’s father

Ride cover by Robert S. Sallee, LaSalle’s father