the Starting Line

Summer night
Cooled by rain
Heated by gasoline
The ground steams

Rev your engine
Size me up
Dare to attempt intimidation
I laugh at your failure

Flag falls gracefully
Oh how cliché we are
As we put the pedal to the metal
And burn some rubber

Music to my ears
Ecstacy to my nostrils
I'm trembling with sensitivity
I am one with everything

This is just the beginning...





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