Part II------------------------------------------------------ I walked over to my Yamaha Grizzly 700 four-wheeler and fired it up. The engine started with a rumble and worked up to the steady hum it usually makes on its first start of the morning. I let it warm up a bit while I pulled on my MechPro protective gloves and wandered back over towards the fire. I stood there and waited a few minutes for Nick and Brandon to finish tinkering with Nicks bike. Brandon let Nick finish putting the plastics back on, and came over to stand by the fire with me. He should be ready to roll in no time, Brandon started w
Sleep.Sleep.It's a place where realityIs nothing more than a nightmare.Sleep is when cold nights take the placeOf warm summer days.Where we never know what is lurkingJust beyond each turn.And where timeStops all together.Sleep is a place where hoursFly by in seconds.Sometimes it's a stateWe can't quite grasp.A place we can't stay for long,Or a place we avoid all together.Sleep can be a placeWhere we walk through our midnight dreams.It's a place where we findThe lives we once lost.Where we see the onesWe once loved.And sleep is a thing that someNever experience.To sleep is to fly Over every obstacle.