things get whittled down
to winners and
losers
the prizes
for naught
‘cepting participation
’cause we all find ourselves lost
with nothing to kick
yeah
i misplaced the only-est love i had
then the friends
the food
the will to touch meself
the faucet still leaks, though
it reminds me of yesterdays
and tomorrows,
which are
ultimately
the same
