*Phoenix on the Track* Panting the lungs out, The heartbeat, hypersonic, I do my track routine, Chasing those lines, As if a matter of life or death. The track, which burns, Like a wildfire beneath my feet, Takes me to places only imagined hitherto, I ride on the wind to outrun thunder, In my strides, the adrenalin high. The silence tense, On steel-blocked lanes, Is louder than the cheers around, Almost like a lull before the storm- With the guns boom, I fly, I run. I am tested by the wind, I am tested by the sun, I am tested by my mind, I am tested by my heart, My muscles heat up with fire. I am tested by my own resolve, When even after the last drop of sweat , The form breaks down, though the will stands tall, I fall, I flame, to rise every time anew, I burn to stand tall like a phoenix in fiery skies. With every heartbeat my mind fuels my claim, Through heat and haze and dust and daze, Neither for glory, nor for fame, Like a phoenix, I blow hot, I blaze, Just for the fire which screams my name. I race for passion, I race as a game, I race neither for glory, nor for fame, I race with legends, I race with the greats, Neither for the record books, Nor for some lame stadium name. I’ll take the wins, I’ll take the losses, I’ll take the pleasures, I’ll take the pains, I rise, I fall, I burn, I rise, Like a phoenix on the track. ~ Echoes Of Ink