Momentum...

A poem I made based on my first post here on this blog. I think the message is really unclear, but I guess that's the point.
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The momentum has passed
And the game has stopped.
Time has stood still
For a few seconds on the clock.

Finally have I been
At the end of the track
As I collide with the host
And end the game with a hack.

Sure a few dents to myself
But an explosion of the fence
Holding me captive
From the freedom I'd commence.

This runaway car
Now holds still
And all that was required
Was mastery of skill.

A skill of pursuit
Of what is unseen
By the game itself
And you in between.

Yes you are the force
That brought it to a stop
Both me and the source
Where the source will flop.

The end of this game
Through heroic means,
Where the momentum is tame
With its disrupted routines...