Win

Formula 1 racing car 

The speed, the thrill, the danger 

That was what he fed off 

What instilled into him the desire to race. 

And win. 

But how could he when he did not know how to drive? 

And he had no chance, no opportunity, no support? 

He dad gave him a car 

Gifted him on his twentieth birthday 

And said, "son, your dream if far fetched and otherworldly

So you can be happy with this,

What I gift you now." 

But the son was too stubborn, just like those who dream are. 

He knew he couldn't even begin to fathom 

How to his dream into action. 

But then he realised that it not just the machine that matters 

It is the drive and the hands behind it.

He decided he would win 

Use the car his dad gave him

And earn money so he that he can. 

Win the race and 

Imprint upon this world 

His name.