Its time

When all else fails,and it will ,when your tired of sitting in jail and you got some free time to kill, get on your feet, climb on that seat start that fuel flow you already know its time to go, got to ride gonna ride on alone, just the air and asphalt covered earth,the cage held idiots who don't know their worth,the trucker rock chuckers and all the other mother fuckers who think I,m the sucker out in the breeze where I can breath in the pollution and fresh air solution mixed in with with flowers and swamp gas fresh cut grass and a host of other fragrances that keeps you guessing the origin except when you see the trees and the groves and the fields that shield the view of the houses from you,you know deep inside that standing still won't do,just rerouting my course,same adventure I started too long ago,maybe go meet someone I will later used to know,explain just enough to keep them wondering and the mind wandering,and all the truths I will find then cut in half,just to make them mine,throw them at you when you have the time to listen but it will cost you a beer and a trip to the kitchen may tell you a few stories of the feelings you been missin' so so long sons and bitches papas gotta go...