Grand prix

Speeding by
Speeding away

Acceleration
Exhilaration

I move fast
Without reins
Without brakes
I move on
Without pauses
Without stops

I have an aim
A purpose
Which I am charging
Full throttle
Towards

I have to reach
Before anyone else does

More acceleration
More exhilaration

I see the finish line
With gleaming eyes
And a smug smile
I bring my car
To a stop
In style

Swelling with pride
I step out
Waiting for applause
I look around

But I see no one
No crowd
Just Izrael
Clapping
Cheering me on

So, you too?
A victim
Of bigger
Better
And more
They all were
And now you

But fool
That wasn't a race
It was your life
and this is your death
No finish line