Be

Don’t let the lack of familiarity stop you from letting be
Don’t let the ways of the world thwart your connect with the free spirit within
Don’t let the picking of speed and the piercing wind shut you off from the pleasure that is yet to be

Things  grow richer in shade and warmer in feel on a pillion ride 

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