Pretty girls smile at me

their tanned skin

glowing

under the sun

as I put on my shades

and hide

riding down forest trails

for fun

Missing out

is not real

nature’s trick

to make us slaves

I cannot cope

beyond the day

as life gives and gives

and then

takes away

I could have been

many things

and now

there is wisdom

in not doing anything

Time is eternal

as emptiness

rest before me

I have many days

to sleep

before I wake

So, what others think

is just their thinking

and if decisions never come

under my sunglasses

I’ll just keep riding

smiling

at all the smiles

under the sun.