They came sliding into view
With feet, mouths and noses enslaved
Churning-out war-like rhythm

Stirring from my reverie I smelt
Smelt company on the foggy marks
Yet could not see a thing

Goal-bound, they ploughed past
Igniting the Rocket in me
Tempts like pure honey

Energy mounts for explosion
Theirs wear from exhaustion
And to victory I motioned

Flashed back and realized
Like an ace marathoner
You took style, not speed, not force