A Woman on a Motorcycle

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