1-2-3 Fly

Toes have forsaken my footed form

Self disembodied as naught but storm

My hooves strike lightning welded to soul

A whirling thunder ordains physical toll

Propelled aloft by my iron will

Cognition surrenders to a bestial thrill

Own screams lost in a labyrinth of mind

A tantrum of ambition conflicting kind

One blizzard of visible determination

Limbs hurricanes of physical exertion

In depths of necessity, heartbeats cant tire

Muscles dissolve, bones a liquid fire

My swiftness derived from uncontained raw power

I ransack expectation, condemning quitters hour

An entity of undiluted energy

Unleashed onto spectators sanity

I embody a tempest chained to murky sky

My caress of the earth is a physical lie

The illusion of one thousand limbs

However, specter like I ride north winds

Stumbling uncontained through wingless flight

Uncontrolled unveiled yet narrowed sight

I fathom glory, the distant dream

Prevailing of laurels, adorn my scene

Sea of visions evaporate yielding desert sand

Mirages and oases to be banned

Truth of speed parallels a daggered tale

I topple to ash, yet rise in hail

A tsunami of crashing steps self decreed

I the savage storm racing to be freed

Lava eyes cooled only by victories rains

Lust for success poisons sap in my veins

I harbor no oxygen, exhalations on wing

A gale is the only thing expelled from my being

Sweat becomes my bodies hieroglyphic history

For my internal canals surge with electricity

Possessed by the elements my body reborn

I am alive, to this path soulfully sworn