Faster than the Speed of Life

Twenty-two years old
walked like an old man
good leg pulling the bad

life is quick
when that cage
has your name on it

he could limp
and he could fly
flying is faster

mangled flesh
and mangled steel
broken and empty

he left flying
and he won't have to limp
no more

flying is faster
when that cage
has your name on it

flying is faster
faster than the cage
faster than the speed of life

I'm still playing catch up on the blog posts, so pardon my tardiness in dedicating one to Orin. About two months after my crash, and a couple miles south on the same road, one of my co-workers had a worse accident while road testing a bike.

I miss him.