Once upon another time. Somebody's hands who felt like mine. Turned a key into good drive. Was free. I recall the sun sank low. Buckley on the radio. Cigarette was burning slow. So breathe. Just yellow linesand tire marks. And some kiss skin in handle bars. And where I stood was where I was. To be. No enemies to call my own. No porchline on to pull me home. And where I was is beautiful. Because I was free. Once upon another time. Before I knew which life was mine. Before I left the child behind be. I saw myself in summer nights. And stars that up like candle lights. I make my wish but mostly I believed. And yellow lines and tire marks. Some kiss skin in handle bars. And where I stood was where I was. To be. Once upon another time. Decided nothing good in dying. So I would just keep on driving. Because I was free