I'm out!
Running in a race. It's all a game. The way they play Their lives against mine. Spending time. Spinning wheels. Building walls to qualify. It's dirty pool When I learn the rules To make them run and hide. I tell them I am winning, With tears in my eyes. I criticize convincing lies, Prove that I never care. Laugh, because it's so much fun. While all the time, I wonder why, I would want to play this wretched game. I wonder what there is to win in a game that only losers play. ~ AEK
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