This is my seat

From where I can feel the heat

The colours whirl and spiral

Exuding the passions and ideas of all

And the individual

I sit many ways here

travelling light years

Through fields and fears

Hoping tears clear

Comfortable and not

Alone in a crowd

I feel every sound

Hurtling to the end

Where danger transcends 

Passions and pride

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