Toss your coal into my flames,
Fuel me into a rushed sensation,
Feel the speed as we leave it all behind.
Unleash the power, the desire, the need to move forward.
The past is miles behind us,
The future just around the next bend;
Mountains, highways, oceans cannot stop us,
Cannot prevent our headway.
When we arrive,
We shall do so with the shock of thunder,
And the heat of our engines.
No matter the weight upon our backs,
Nor the rubble on our tracks,
We shall overcome all obstacles.
We shall win the battle,
Win this damn race.
Written April 26, 2015
Inspiration: Magpie Picture Prompt #267