Anticipation pulses through my veins,
I feel my ancestors galloping across great plains,
By training I am held,
By fury I'll be propelled,
In my mind the race is won,
All that remains is to get it done.
The race begins.
And time stands still.
But I do not.
All at once I am unleashed
The crowd roars, and the lit spark ignites with terrible power
I am a stampeding weapon of doom
I am laying waste to my enemies
I eat up ground before me like a starving man given food
I soar across towering obstacles I render inconsequential
This is it!
My conquering of all who stand against me.
I am first across the finishing line,
And victory of course is mine,
But the crowd cheers another name,
Surely that is mine to claim?
I look around, my back is bare!
Where is the one who was sat there?
I look about for one to tell,
Where it was my sodding jockey fell.