The process of retiring ambitions

was always looming around the corners

and we knew that we would face our failures, ourselves behind the heavy makeup

as we turned the corners, with curdling speed

and crashed against the white walls, that smirked at us through their cracks.

 

what's a human race without a winner?

 

But that's a black whole we jump into every morning.

Lies, lies, and we pay a shrink to recite them 

when we tire of our own voice.

 

and I spent three seconds writing that out.

Maybe after something big happens

you realize that it was just a waste of time. 

Too bad you used up a life for it

but this isn't a game

three strikes and you're out

this is you, and me, and we

So I wish we could try this again 

I wipe the tears, I am ready

 

 

You know I always said 

and we always knew

that our ambitions are 

extremely difficult to break through.

 

And again, the tears find their way out of my eyes.