Passengers Awaiting The Storm  

Focused away from anything else but this.
The moment trained for.
All the time that was thought to be wasted away was now won!
Under a dark roof some of us still shined under the sun.
Crowded but quiet to me.
Still there were bodies working.
How did they move so smooth?
Minutes and hours painfully spent pretending to die.
Preparation at it's most perfect  moment deserved.
It's all about the win something never once owned.
Out of the most comfortable spot comes a monster with the sharpest looks.
In the end you're respected now respect me it's victory we'll see.