The Ride



If you have grasped this tale

You have touched my soul

Waiting for the rendezvous

In the caverns of Lascaux


Scrawled upon the walls you’ll find

 The outlines of your joy

Sucess and plenty dance for you

Behold the soaring boy

And gazing bravely to the depths

There lies the awkward side

 The horror and the sorrow

At the bottom of the ride