RallyX

the sweat that traps the dust from dirt

The smell that flows from my shirt

The smell of the torn up field

And the sun that left my face peeled

I miss it

The adrenaline right before the heat

The strength surging through my feet

The focus that takes over me

I miss it

The rush from driving

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Consistently feeling myself thriving

And the tiredness of a long day of competing

I miss the friends I’ve made

The ones who played

Showed me how to live

Showed me they can be competitive

To someone so much younger

No mercy

Always thirsty

To find the perfect road

To do some rally