Cross Country

cheetahs right behind me hot on my tail

roaring as they go

over the hill to only see the other side

sun growing stronger

swiftly passing myself back down the hill

counting the flaps of the bird's wings as they’re flying bye

over the mud and down the track

under the rustling trees and around the corner

trees rustling like side to side like ol clock

rusty wire on every side pointing to the end

yes made it to the end time for a nice sausage