The Engine

The cylinder is pushed

By the force created

Fuel is then flushed

As it's swiftly elevated

In this chain of reactions

My engine stopped

It's power is but fractions

As the intake dropped

The cylinders go uneaven

The explosion is vague

The power is leavin

An Engine's plague

Will is my power

To create new explosions

My energy I devour

And so my emotions

It's a last burst

A striking light

To overcome the worst

To get calm in sight

The engine might hold

And I reach my dream in time

Or it will stop and run cold

On a road to steep to climb