Shadows spiral downward
In the direction of your dream.
Endlessly, though fruitlessly
You begin to scream.
Silence then takes over
You wish that you were dead
They tell you systematically
It is all just in your head.
Racing seems to ease your pain
The debt demands to be paid.
Then you have your brother
Whose only concern is getting laid.
They never tell you that with the rain
Everything will begin to stink.
Maybe this is about my passion
But it isn’t what you think.
Josephine Ranes 
Interesting take. Too good
Thank you!
Welcome. You can check my blog too. Though not as interesting as you