Anyway.
No title yet, it's saved as "Losing the Race"
All the horses at their gates
drink their jockeys start the race
cool spring air and nerves on fire
now descend into the mire
Down black holes on spiral stairs
[into] sound that rips and sneers and tears
[a] sea of heads that float about
[and] drown themselves to shut you out
Meet a face forget the name
just enough to stop the pain
alien thoughts cloud the frame
as open windows taunt the lame
check your compass make a call
nothing now can stop your fall
a line of light that leads the way
your saving grace your legs betray
Back into the black night air
stop to see that no ones there
collect your thoughts and turn around
retrieve someone you haven't found
burning sticks and clouds of dust
taste like dirt but calm your lust
search again you cannot see
a face that looks like it is free
finally find a familiar face
and start the end run of the race
you see her and are only stunned
she chooses you and points her gun
a fatal flaw? did she lie?
should you not have even tried
you stumble blind across the line
and a broken heart is all you find
