Pedal to floor, and back in the seat of purpose & will vs. modern machine.
Passing the slow, defeating the weak. From the tar on the street, and the
weight of my feet the sweat off my face. Wanting first place more than you can
understand.
going round circles again.
Photo finish race. Rear-viewed stare chase. Satisfaction only when I finish
at the end. If I followed all the rules, promise that i'll win? Driven so
confused that.
going round circles again.
holding on by a thread. Cut me loose so I can contend. Hoping for something
more than second place. first place or more. Where will i be when i get to
the end? Doesn't matter what place I began. Three hundred and
sixty-one-degree's and then.