Time (F1 Rookie Guideline)

Time (F1 Rookie Guideline)

(Poem by somebody)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull race
You fritter and waste the laps in an offhand way
Driving around on a piece of ground with a tarmac*
Waiting for race engineer to show you the way

Tired of sitting in a race car stayed at home to watch the race
And you have had a nice career and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find two years have got benind you
No one told you when to drive, you're over 25

And you try & you try to catch up with FA,
but you're sinking
He's racing around to come up behind you again
F1 is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of seat and one day closer to boot

Every race is getting shorter, never seem to find the pace
Scores that always come to naught or half a page of messy drives
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the common way
The time has gone, the poem's over,
thought I'd something more to write...

* "home town" could also be used because a lot of Formula 1 drivers can call Monaco their home town but we opted for something more F1-related.