Woooosh!!!!

At the speed of light

Down the track he goes.

Turning left, right

He picks up speed

A sheet of ice

The wind in his face

The cold metal on his bottom

He can see the finish line

The gold medal

The glory

The fame

And then...

He hits a bump

And crashes into a pile of snow

The little boy snaps back

The metal was plastic

And the track a hill

But the medal to him was real

And the little boy still dreams.