Mind strutting about feeling the intensity of a rapid tempo,
pushing against this night, not wanting it to end.
Expressing a wonderful time being echoed into the atmosphere,
holding onto hearts as it keeps getting pulled into the mix.
Totally encased in a moment of quiet peace, yet riding, pedal
to the medal, racing for a final horizon as it's moving ahead
of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem