I wanted that moment
The glory at the peak of one's senses
To rouse the passions dormant
To smash one's own defences;
I wanted to put my face to the breeze
To smite life on the chops
To have run my finger along all the keys
And pulled out all the stops;
Like a volcano welling up in me
Like a boiler bursting with steam
I wanted that moment to be free
I wanted to live the dream;
To feel the adrenalin surge through my veins
To set fire to the very sun
To have taken hold of life's reins
To have run the race - and won!
My lifelong friend, my chestnut mare
In you my hopes were planted
You knew I wanted that moment rare
The wine of victory decanted;
Of course from my dream I awoke
My reaching out left incomplete
But then, through the swirling smoke
My moment arrived - in glorious defeat.
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