Five red lights,
Five red spheres,
Five setting suns,
Five bloody tears.

These nervous seconds,
We wait, baited breath
Trapped on the start line,
For the five light death.

Always the worst time,
Do I crash? Do I win?
The crowd roars support
My ears burn, deafening din.

Green smites the red,
Pedal to the floor,
Tires screech, rubber burns,
Into the distance and more.

Blurring horizon, freezing wind,
I throw myself through the bend,
Terrifying speed, adrenaline,
On the edge of life’s end.

Desperate swerve around him,
Flame kissing his carbon case,
Gravel and metal collide,
No time left, focus on the race.

Through the never,
Fearless, beneath the sky,
Dodging fire, ducking air,
This course I fly.

Black and white heaven,
Is waved before me,
I raise my fist and punch
The air with great glee.

I stand atop the mountain,
Taking pride of place,
Come hell or high water,
I won this race.