Tuesday, 07 July 2009

• Chariot Race

  Pull up your horses before they turn and run,

  Don’t lose grip of your ropes, it’s just begun.
  We'll outrun the best; like a gladiator fest-

  There’s no room for humanity in this contest.

   

  Hold too tight, you want too much;

  These ropes start burning from your touch.

  Don’t let go, he says, she says.

  I left this path for you to trace.

   

  Your gift is mine,
  You are divine,
  We’re tracing laps around your mind.
  Four-four beats;

  And the sound of their feet,

  Life is toxic – will you be my alkaline?

   

  You pump adrenalin in your soul
  Hooves trample on all your self-control.
  Love comes and goes, you can’t look back,

  Only one love can stay, and it’s for this track.

   

  I let you step in my chariot car,
  your presence fuels tobacco in my cigar.

  We ride, and it feels like eternity.

  Until you pull the cord on my dignity.

   

  Think before you act,
  But I’m too needy for that.
  It takes two people to hurt and two hands to clap.
  You are kryptonite;
  You’re why I hold on too tight,

  Baby, you’re the chipped graphite shaking up my horse-ride.

   

  Horses run too fast to feed on romance.

  Chariots are too cramp to hold a second chance.
  
  

  We’re neck to neck,
  But we’re hardly friends.
  You see,

  I ride a chariot race, and this is how we dance.

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