Podium
That’s me on the totem pole,
with the face paints and cigarettes.
The smoke burns your eyes.
That’s me on the pedestal,
ears to ground and eyes in the clouds.
The rain soaked your skin.
That’s me on the platform,
with the rucksack and treasured artefacts,
The timetables melted your mind.
That’s me on the podium,
soaked in sweat, medal around my neck.
The track broke your heart.
That’s me at the finish line baby,
maybe,
we could go back to the start.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Podium
That’s me on the totem pole,
with the face paints and cigarettes.
The smoke burns your eyes.
That’s me on the pedestal,
ears to ground and eyes in the clouds.
The rain soaked your skin.
That’s me on the platform,
with the rucksack and treasured artefacts,
The timetables melted your mind.
That’s me on the podium,
soaked in sweat, medal around my neck.
The track broke your heart.
That’s me at the finish line baby,
maybe,
we could go back to the start.
