Stadium

The stadium of my mind is full,

The engines rev and the crowd rumbles,

silence escaped long ago,

and every sound echoes like a stampede.

The hum of energy surrounds and binds

every being and I can feel their existence.

Every stadium light is blinding,

no matter it's direct my eyes cannot fail to pick up their luminescence.

I can smell old beer and hot dog grease,

drunken breaths dancing on dirty air

and every sent is pungent and overwhelming.

My senses are tangled in a world built up in my own head,

and I'm catatonic on the track waiting for the chaos to explode.