MH-31 V 3600

I will tell you about the rider,

View of a confidante, an insider,

He was young, a teenager,

He was thin or may even thinner,

It’s been 11 years,

May be I don’t remember,

He was always eccentric,

Always an under-achiever,

Then he did something, that wasn’t in store

He ditched me and went with that whore,

One day he went missing,

I knew though where he was going,

He was with her, driving her crazy,

He crossed all borders,

And when he was tired, he fell asleep,

Then the law-keepers, took him in,

He came back, but not his childish grin,

I was happy again, but could make out,

He was longing to break-out,

Again he was not in town,

Break out, no, he broke down,

I heard the word about the blade that ran down,

The rope which couldn’t hold him on,

I imagined him bleed,

I imagined him cold,

I imagined not getting back that hold,

But he came back again,

He took me along this time,

But he didn’t have a dime,

I used to starve,

I used to stand out in the cold,

I used to be in foreign hold,

They didn’t care about me,

I was just an instrument to make merry,

I saw trees, I saw dirt, and I saw the dark,

I saw valleys; I saw the pitched path,

Don’t know how the stuff did start,

Don’t know why he was joint to it fast,

Now he just wastes away sitting in his dingy room,

He says, no one understands him, I do,

Only if he would know, how to call on to,

Hope he understands his fate,

Hope it’s not too late,

Hope he understands,

He is hunter, he is the bait….

This about a very dear friend of mine, MH-31 V 3600, is the vehicle's registration number, a beautiful Yamaha RXG, here the bike tells her view about his life, as she saw it, and still is...