Pedal to floor, and back in the seat of purpose and will vs. modern machine
feeling the slow, weak in the knees
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 state chase
satisfaction only when I finish at the end
if I followed all the rules, promise that I'll win?
driven so confused that
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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 degrees and then
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