No Point Post – Tumbling

Slot, slot, slot whizzing and flipping flipping and whizzing watching my soul zinging – Slot, slot, slot
The old’uns clackity clack as they limp around the track The new’uns fly and purr as they whizz like an excitable cat Sitting in the pit lane watching the circle of life seeing sunshine rather than rain
With a squeeze of the trigger the car splutters, then flies lap after lap, curve via corner lost in the flow the mind drifts for a moment, forgetting all that it knows