Home Race

Tunnel vision
Black confronts me
The bricks rumble
Hot air against my face
How I wish i was in that place
Hectic turns around me
Heavey breathing
Contorted lungs
Hills that never stop
The smell of tree smasches against me
The faces blur
In a crush of motion
Colors that cant be described
Sound of furious engineering
Precise metal
O how i wish i was there

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