I watch him run this brutal race;
the track is laid across his face.
he runs alone
there's no one else-
the trick is not to trip himself

and easy as the trick may sound
the truth is that he hasn't found
the skill it takes to win the day
and get himself out of the way.

you see, it's hard to cover ground
while dragging all that rage around
and even though he's very strong
it's just so hard to move along
against the tide
against the wind
against his enemies and friends.
the world's against him -
this he knows,
for so it's gone
and so it goes:

each day, with Herculean strength,
he goes to untold, epic lengths
to prove his point:
he'll never win.
and every day the race begins

the outcome's fixed
his fate is set;
he hasn't proved himself wrong yet,
but he's managed to win at something else:
he's never failed
to fail himself.

10/05/2005

Posted on 05/15/2008
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