Within my head
Go for the throat
What’s that you say?
I question whether there will be a day
A day where it all will pay
Where all my skill and all my pain
Will it enable my brain?
Will that day come?
Should I keep mum?
Do hungry wolves smell leafy things?
Or are they more concerned with standings?
Do they choose the possum or the horse?
It seems that they already knew their course
Even though it pales in comparison
In fact, it’s quite embarrassing
They often fight tooth and nail
And chase after one another’s tails
Indeed, they seem to understand the mood
They can do nothing but brood
When they do not get their way
When they don’t get a say