The Race

Downhill dart In a hard rain Brakes squeeling loudly Yielding no refrain No line to start Only a race to begin Staring at death Not expecting to win Trophy worth taking The poles are level Showing no fear Mimicking the devil Pall Mall blazing Fumes fade fast Confidence fading This feeling won't last Chasing destiny Life can be a hairpin turn Reasons written in books On pages that were burned Champion to the moment Clinching the wheel Finish line in sight Seems so unreal Stories soon forgotten As quickly as they're told Dead end ahead Race for the gold Living in infamy Instead of breaking just bend Ride off into the sunset Disappear in the end