Twenty thousand leagues above the skies
a hero lives, bright like a star
a magician, not with a magic wand,
but a steering wheel and a scarlet car!
magic he worked, year after year
winning milestone after another milestone
such was his majestic brilliance that
all his competitors were by miles outshone!
such was the magnificience of his art
that everyone else were hardly visible to the eyes!
he simply was uncatchable by others
no matter how hard their tries!
and then came the darker of times
when fate began playing its wicked games
his actions were commented upon meaninglessly
and he was called the most shameful of names
they knew he simply cannot be beaten fair
handicap him they did, sweet victory to taste
he did not speak a word, but smiled and worked
and a "defeated" hero was treated like waste
they said his magic is all over
his days are numbered and soon they will end
thier mean ways of bringing him down
unfortunately became a new set trend
touchingly enough, he just continues to work handicapped magic
without questioning them a single "why"!
those who should know, know the stuff he is made of
and in their kingdom he will just not die
that kingdom is nowhere else
but in the depths of the heart of mine
where stands a majestic temple of the racing religion
and that hero called michael resides in its shrine!
The Passion that Drives
With a heavy heart i walk
On this deserted path thru the wood
The world is lost in its talk
Calling me names that re anything but good...
There was once a time when
Everyone revered and respected me
Now those very people celebrate my defeat
And speak ill of my victory!
I have been around for too long
To know there are more foes than friends
At the end of the day, everyone loves a winner
And there it all ends!
My winning has won me more foes than laurels
And they now will do anything to get me down
Unlike them i know there are two faces to all coins
And i can face them both without a frown
They think pulling me down will dishearten me
And they can write an end to my chapter in life!
Least do they realise that each of their actions
Only renews my passion in this strife!
They are having a jolly ride at the moment
Savouring their sweet moments of victory
But dignity in both victory and defeat is
What makes one immortal in history
At this point of time in my life
There really is nothing left to prove to anyone
Its just the unending motivation that drives me
To still be a part of all this fun
Its so easy to let your tongue go out of control
But unlike them, i prefer my job does the talking
I am just here to do what i can do best
Each time the opportunity comes knocking
And i ll do just that till as long as i can
Whether i win or lose just does not matter
Because the ones who matter know for a fact
That i am in my own right, at my job a master...
A real winner is not one who never falls,
But one who rises stronger each time he s made to fall..
That is the stuff heroes are made of,
Those who amidst others, conspicuously stand tall!
The passion is just too much to just give up
They dont even have courage to speak face to face!
Each time they try to pull me down, i tell myself,
"Michael, its time to just put your head down and race"!
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