You look at where you’re going and where you are and it never makes much sense, but then you look back at where you’ve been and a pattern seems to emerge. And if you project forward from that pattern, then sometimes you can come up with something.
the art of motorcycle maintenance
robert pirsig
on Two Wheels
Far off is the roller coaster…
Transformed, I am a small child, again, and again.
Awaiting my turn.
Awaiting my seasonal ride.
If I could turn the braided key?
Give spark to the engine?
All day, everyday…
Would my giddiness…still feel its sway?
Would I look over my shoulder?
Dismayed…
Or, enjoy the spoils of always getting in my way?
At one junction…in another life…
In another drive-by…
Living in the sunshine, all the time.
The roller coaster…
The ride…
Had lost all method of surprise!
