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Carting – Grand Prix
I surely know some things
That are beyond doubt.
When you’re fed up with boredom,
With sedentary kind of life,
With all the negatives in general
You jump with the head foremost
This time I became
Number one in carting.
You ease the gas pedal
And rush past
Your troubles –
Forgotten at the curve.
Everything must happen
So fast, that the past must whiz
In the air like needless dust
After a passing car.
When you reach the finish you put on the brake
For to come to your senses and wake up.
The poem “Carting – Grand Prix” was published in one of the best known
national literary issues – “New Pulse”, 7/2006 (17 April - 7 May)