A Woman on a Motorcycle

​Life is so fleeting, so fragile, so beautiful.
You can't help but go out and experience it
To spite the risks.
And the wind races past as the sun sets
And whips her braid behind,
So beautiful, so fleeting, so fast.
And the world is tired, and old,
And she races across her path
As the sun sets, so beautiful.
And I'll forget that she might die in an instant
For the sake of knowing life so close.