Bike Weak Posted on June 14, 2018June 14, 2018 by randomwordbyruth Collecting all harmony in a tank of gas I do not intend to toss my peace of mind…far or fast And, when stage struck by the crackled pavement, there can be moments of… being off task. Bound by no determination, I am the wind. I am the specks of soiled earth…bouncing about shaded glass. I am I am A feeling that is unplanned and never lasts. The cutting edge of this instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is…robert pirsig Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrWhatsAppPocketblogger.comPrintMoreTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related