The Nomad

He rides the open roads, there’s not a care in his head Not the type to let his Harley be an expensive chair in a shed No wife, no kids, no friends or family, and both his parents are dead So he’s always on the move, not to somewhere, but instead To something that brings him peace, not one for sharing his bread He was once asked what’s his story and he just stared and he said His name, where he’s from, not where he’s been, but where he’s come Not what he’s seen, nor what he’s done, doesn’t want to seem to be as numb As he’s become, and life out on the road can be a journey sometimes So he’s always out there burning some tires ’Til he gets where he’s going As he gets to know no one He calls his Harley Bonnie, so he gave her the same name as His favorite singer cause she sings through the very pipes that became famous For saving lives on the road, got the saddlebags and ape hangers With a .45 in his cut in case he faces grave dangers Cause Lord only knows what could happen, Lord only knows what he may face as He lives the life of a rider, see, most are seen as gang bangers And it’s a shame, it really is, that these tats and these patches And the simple fact that it all matches gets people acting out, madness Runs through the veins of the hateful and it’s so painful, it’s sad, this Must be the world that he lives in as he just tries to be driven To keep his righteousness in him and all despite the opinion Of the general population in this judgmental nation, forgive him He stays out of business that isn’t his, wants no drama What’s not his problem’s not his problem, that’s the way he was brought up Though trouble finds its way to him, it’s something he wants no part of Unless a helpless victim’s spotted, then best believe he’s the karma He’s but a chivalrous gentleman, though he’s civil, a lot of Folks fear him cause his appearance reflects the scum at the bottom He has no tolerance for politics or all of this nonsense And just the thought of it’s just nonexistent, his thoughts have been gone since He hit rock bottom, hits the bottle ’til it’s just God and his conscience Yet full of confidence, heart’s soft as it gets and it probably causes Him to show weakness at times, though he shows his strength in his eyes He’s just angel in disguise who finds his peace when he rides