Carelessworld

pole position

the crowed has finaly took its place
expect an entertaning race
sweat´s covering my pale white face
my pulse is getting high

the best mechanics checked my gear
the engine noise hurts in my ear
the starting time is getting near
I feel like I could cry

the vessel´s shivering, so am I
my attempt to sream became a sigh
my youth passes by before my eye
a black cloud in my brain

I´ve been preparing for this day
but now it´s slipping all away
my complete world was made of clay
now washed away by rain

I´m unable to concentrate
I would turn back, but it´s too late
I guess that is all young men fate
we suffer all the same

pretending it was my desiscion
to send me on this harmful mission
I had to lay down all my vision
to enter this weird game

my friends turn into enemies
disbendment of all warranties
surounded by those wannabies
don´t want to be at all

this pole postion is a curse
and still the future´s getting worse
I think I´m ready for the nurse
I´m heading for a fall

my sticky fingers clench the wheel
I still cannot believe it´s real
it seems my joints turned into steel
I can´t move anymore

I see the others in slowmotion
I feel as I drank toxic potion
the little lake now a great ocean
my eyeballs feeling sore

the crowed reacts impatiently
can´t understand my apathy
condamning my apostasy
they wanted me to win

no one here to save me now
the race is over anyhow
I leave the car and take a bow
I failed before begin

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3:00 m

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Evil Olaf

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