down, down really fast
a sharp slide, a turn
my all against
the pull of the world
the echoes of my wheels
follow me through the silent night
my bearings murmuring
humming along to the breeze past my ears
two metres ahead
and no time to think
everything geared to escape
the pull of the world
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