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...