A penny in a bank rammed with pounds, a needle in a haystack. Nothing can overlook the un-importance of your presence. Stood disgusted with the thought of competing; butterflies roam free within the boules of the mentally unprepared.
Eagerly awaiting, I clench my fists around the padded,suede,blue dyed father of left or right. Feet ready at the tongue of a beast. The bearer of: noise,smoke,rubber,adrenaline, casualties,victories,victors,losers,winners,fighter, beginners,choosers and believers; programmed to succeed, it all starts again. Calving a path, the dream of succession is being drawn ever closer…