In my mind I’m a formula 1 race driver.

yes I am.

No one estimates The power of speed .

Engine moving at 620 horse power the body of the speed machine balancing on 720kgs of metal. Flying against wind . So powerful it cracks air like a flash of lightning.

One Too fast, one too soon and one tip.

But I’m learning from baby steps Schumacher took driving a go kart vehicle where his helmet barely rose above the steering. My head whizzing at the speed of lightning, body stunted,never matching the flying fire sparks.The helmets futile effort to contain the twists and turns of the mind.

Speed is what I thrive on. The burning of tires not indicating caution but instead indicating thrill. Risk ominous and omnipresent…. Gushing in my veins. Addictive.

Muscle memory now. On Autopilot. But That’s how at times the cars flip over.

I’m moving too fast. Even for my liking. Hopping from one car to another, commanding a different engine each day, reverberating with the whirr so loud I come alive with it. And besides I don’t have a track. I dive into the narnia of uncharted territories of my mind and theirs. Erratic,frenzied,over occupied cluttered and clustered with decisions to make in a blink of an eye. I do, but sometimes the sandstorms that Rise from my fuel cloud my eyes.

I clean up well and I clean up fast. And my sharp look steers me , sometimes not where I need to be.

I’m hopping from form to form. One body to another, all minds and hearts jumbled, luckily not yet an entwined mash of steel.

And Ofcourse then there’s who I was born as. Not acquired not won but just born . The limitations of not being Schumacher .

I’m too flustered to think or eat. A Bike racing at 350 k/mph in the decadent night somewhere within, I can test The metallic fervour.

I clean my tongue aggressively to take of the white coat of comfort leaving a sharp stab of acidic discomfort. Sharpening my mind with unpredictability. Blinded by speed and eyes fogged with intense focus. senses sharp ,electric.

The flag line at the end of the final lap isn’t too far away.