As I was riding on a carved out road of the hills,
Letting the chilled breeze cleanse the scars of yesterday.
My mind was pondering over the roads of perils,
That I rode with aplomb maneuvering every highway.
Completely oblivious of vehicular monsters and devils,
That whizzed past me, potential killers if gone astray.
Akin to the roads of life that I led, life on bitter pills,
Squandered away in search of an elusive success way.
Little did I know that the quiet hills would nurture buried skills,
Allowing me to start afresh before I turn completely gray.
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