My Race


Took a sharp turn on the hairpin bend.
Rain hit my face as never before when I let go of fear in the end.
Chased the ruthless raucous wind.
No qualms to challenge, no inclination to defend.
When rules keep no promises who am I to pretend.
Why play safe when the titles are sold before the dead end.
Took a sharp turn on the hairpin bend.
Winning did not matter anymore when I challenged myself, rather than a foe or friend. 

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