My World Given To You Through A Moonfired View

I cannot lie to people that I know truly care, which is exactly why I avoid intersections. I simply prefer to run myself hard as far off-road as possible, to lose myself in places that are only accessible to others who are equally fearless and strong of heart.

Though the cynical and the weak continue to whisper at me from the madness of the motorways, their clichés fall flat. I point this out, not to denigrate other’s perspectives, instead I do so rather to demonstrate that such voices though different to mine still manage to show me another way out, that is they show me where to avoid the queues that devour the souls of those who fear life and the adrenaline rush of having absolutely no control of where they are going. Off road you are only armed with a brake pedal because the road will take care of life's twists and turns.

Unlike those following the road I do not need control of all about me. Should I press the pedal? Fuck no, I was driven to see where that particular white knuckle ride might have taken me?

Getting to the top of each small peak is easy, it is cresting the top and doing the equivalent of white water rafting on wheels which will always be terrifying, or even fun when you strike asphalt again. Riding every bump and feeling every stone and branch as mundania makes every effort to slow you down provides the thrill. But if you hold true to your belief and ride that rapid of experience, then time on the motorway won’t feel bad, it will provide momentary respite to the exhilaration of being. The monotony of motorway driving will instead allow the opportunity to reflect on yet another dream well done.

As I reflect on this short stretch of asphalt I conclude that the last time was “too close”. I almost lost everything. Next time I might think about wearing a seat belt. Damn, where did that thought come from, am I getting old? Am I beginning to fear, to succumb to the voices that extol the virtues of comfort? How long have I been on this particular road, anyhow. It’s been quiet for far too long. Looks like another tail back, lots of blaring horns. Mmmmm, a smile kisses my lips, I think it’s time to get off again, the joy of the off road beckons!

Some days someone finds me, when lost finding themselves. A task no more demonstrated than when I awoke this morning to see a friend’s perspective presenting my world in a Moonfired view. This is a view of life on the edge with its dangers presumed. My friend is one of the few off road spirits who never makes a sound because her voice is too great and essentially profound. It’s absolutely fantastic to know I am not alone in the great outdoors.

I cannot lie to people that I know truly care because I will find them off road, raising dirt in open the air.


A vision given to me by Ariel Moonfire
From "Atmosfear"

I cannot lie to people that I know truly care
Which is exactly why I avoid intersections
Run myself hard as far off-road as possible
They continue to talk me out of the darkness
Their cliches fall flat but still pave my way
Days their faith is more concrete than mine