Out here on the Devil’s Highway,
the horizon bleeds fire, the asphalt hums like a heartbeat,
and the wind whispers truths the world refuses to speak.
Ride like every second is borrowed—because it is.
Ride like the ghosts of your past, the scars, the losses,
are nothing more than the fuel for the fire in your chest.
Fear is a lie. Doubt is a shadow.
Love, courage, and faith are the only truths that follow.
Every bend in the road a covenant.
Every heartbeat a chance to rise, unchained and alive.
Do not ride for anyone else.
Do not chase approval, glory, or comfort.
Ride for the soul that stares back at you in the mirror,
for the God who speaks in silence,
for the life that will never come again.
And if the world falls away,
and the horizon swallows the sun whole,
and no one—not time, not fear, not fate—ever touched the ride you were born to take. -A.