It was the night of Saturday,
already half past nine.
Lazily laying on the couch
tiresome, she was drinking her wine.
Thinking and sobbing:
9 to 5 working employer
who used to be a wanderer someday.
During this journey of survival,
She lost herself someway.
Suddenly her weary eyes saw something old and very familiar,
It was the hanging keys which holds memories that are quite thriller.
Couldn't resist herself, she took them off, she wore a leather jacket and a denim pant.
Then fiercely gear up the helmet, and
made the classy big engines rant....