You sometimes look at me that wayWith nothing but silence to sayA closed distance unopened by youFraught, and yet, somehow subduedHowever long is at your leisureAs though Fate cutting the measureYet, I too sometimes look at youDistant silence filling...

My legs are my motor The wind blows behind Neither mod nor rocker Just a man on a ride   Like the kid at Christmas By the lead colored tide No dreams of darkness Just a boy on a ride   The endless hill climb Breathing petroleum air Descending rush of...

We talk about thepast like it's amovie wewatched together.You liked thecinematography.I didn't care for thecruelty of theprotagonist.We disagree on thetheme, and everyscene holds differentaspects ofsymbolism for us.I'm not sure I wantthere to be a sequel,despite the goodacting.