I Sometimes Need A Quiet Place

Sometimes, the only quiet place
to escape
is the bike, alone,
at high speed,
on the roads..
everything's going in fast forward..
and those moments are the quietest,
fearlessly quiet,
world seems to be fading behind,
and all that is there..
..is the breeze, the speed,
and the road ahead..
Nothing else matters..
Just a few moments
and all the irritations disappear..
Only quietness remains..