The race
that can’t be won
that makes us angry and bewildered
that has us begging for mercy
is really a fable gone awry
The rules of the race
were not made up by me
The race
has us spinning our wheels
and dreaming of winning
and dreaming of running away
This race is not my idea of the good life
The finish line is just around the corner
but then another one appears just as you are crossing it
and it goes on infinitely
like the nightmare where you’re running down a hallway that never ends
To be the fastest racer
the star of the show
makes for a cold climate
Chill out,
It's only a game
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