Rhythm of the Road

I rolled in about an hour ago, Still hear the road, its soft echo. You could say my ears are ringing, But there's something more, something singing. It seems to me, I'm still connected, Feel the cars, the bikes, so reflected. Even now, I feel it deep, The rhythm of traffic, in my heartbeat. (Chorus) What if, instead of ringing ears, It's a stream of energy, drawing near? A flow that runs through the world, From the smallest roads, to the vast unfurled. On our planet's primary artery, I believe, on a bike, you see, You feel the pulse, so close, so true, In a way, cars could never do. (Bridge) When you're close to the rhythm of the road, You tune into it, and it makes you whole. Leaving doesn't happen in a flash, It takes time for the connection to pass. (Verse 3) Wrap yourself in life's embrace, But remember that road, its gentle grace. Feel the pulse, the world's soft hum, A melody that leaves you never numb. (Outro) So take your time, let it fade, The rhythm of the road, in memories laid. And as you move through your busy days, Feel the road's song, in subtle ways.