Is it consensus when the memory is everywhere? Is it ubiquitous to even try? I hold a trophy but I know it isn't made of gold, but I never wanted much in the first place This is a race. I smell a victory. I see the girls waiting there for me. This is a race. I'll die attempting. I want the world to bask in my glory. I guess I never ever mentioned that I'm seeing things. A mea culpa predecessor made up. To whom it may concern I'm burning every memory. So good luck. This is a dance, so may I take your hand? I wanna spin you into a crescent moon. Hands over shoulders, the etiquette of 20 men. We danced all night and then. Running as the underdog, coming on up. I think I'm going to win but I really can't say. I don't wanna stand there with egg on my face. I must admit I think I'm growing quite addicted to the fact that this is just a march in place. A convalescence, everybody get your leisure on. I guess the cliff is when the lemming gets wise. This is a page, craving a story. Tiis is a day that slept through the night. I wanna say I fought for my glory, but I know I won't live through the fight.