Racing Against The Gear Wheel Poem by Justin Gildow

Racing against the gear wheel
I know I'm going to have to run and climb
like the wind
While picking my battles carefully
Because I know I'm dead
Just from one touch of the gear wheel

And so I run
Climbing up steps that crumble and fall
from one step by me
The gear wheel isn't that far behind
I attack who I can
But I don't dawdle or hang around
Because the gear wheel is coming for me
And I have no plans to die right here
No plans to die tonight

Running, climbing, and racing as fast as I can
To be far ahead of the gear wheel and away
from it for good wasn't easy
Not with Dracula's minions about
But I persevered
And it won't bother me again
Not for the rest of the way