Author's Lament

Sometimes, as the traffic goes by The urge to cross the line Is magnified from revolution Of racing tires Inside this box, I spend most of my days Creating lucid rhymes in hopes that Something I write gives freedom To clarity Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again... Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again... It's easy for you to stand outside It's natural for you to criticize Or mean offense It doesn't matter Every time we play this game You win I lose Again Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again... Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...