Blockage

The tingles shooting Right down my spine The rush as that of the bulls Racing down that line Flying fast to the end The first is the best Yet to a second, I tend And then to the rest All eyes are wide Minds focussed hard Enjoying the ride Relieving that guard The tension's amidst Not a single soul The joy in a fix That has long been deemed cruel It's not just the rush That brings people near It's being able to push All the pain and the fear