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
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Awesome work. Great sentiments with nice style. Great write indeed. I rate it 10. TFS. Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use search box if the page does open with the title of the poem.