Power at my feet

Power at my feet

My foot has the power
A gentle pressure from my right toe and the miles fly beneath me.
I can see forever on the straight Roman road
Watling Street whistles away below the car.
Windows open AC/DC on the stereo Bon and I sing about a "Highway to hell"
One hand in total control beating out the rhythm.

My foot has the power 
Over hills,thumping down drops
Tight around a bend 
Seventy,eighty feel the pull
Knifing through the wind.

Then down the hill into the town
Flying around the roundabout
My foot has the ....
Where the f...

A thud
A skid
Glass shatter,scatter
Followed by a hollow silence

Black smoke
The acrid smell of rubber
As the brakes kicked in too late
Belt tight as I jolt to a halt

A boy,a bike
A silver wheel spinning 
Pale face on the pavement
A halo of blood- my hands still gripping the wheel

My foot has the power.