The Goods (day 10)

That personifies excitement
A whole day filled with it
A blueish sky, redish clouds
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name

With whips that clearly lash
And hair as black as night
Leather that moves my eyes
In fury that hath no ending
A fury that hath no ending

My speed which reaches vibrations
I’ve not yet been trained at
My engine loudly ticking away
In sweetened rhythmic banging
In sweetened rhythmic banging

That personifies excitement
When I roll into another day.

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