The roar of thunder
drowns out
the voice of the
adoring masses.
Created by the blur
of drafting
aerodynamic marvels
trapped in an oval
with only one goal,
Win.
Lost in the world of speed,
crashes,
cautions,
where,
none are friends,
to be there at the end
when,
the checker flag descends.
Today one reigns as king,
lays down his victory smoke;
this short lived victory
appreciated by
the voice of adoring masses,
lasts only
until,
next,
the roar of thunder.
