Rat Race

I don't want to play this game anymore,
I don't understand the goal,
when winning isn't worth the prize to be won,
It can leave one lonely and old,
You've won you see,
this game of fronts,
tit for tat,
and cold for cold.

This fire inside is melting me,
I will be a trickle,
before you're through,
I must abandon this path we set on,
and kindly bid you adue.

Be slow with yourself,
and the lessons you learn,
for mistakes are made with haste,
You're eyes are so much bigger than mine,
so eager to join the race,
for you I pray a steady stride,
never looking at your neighbors pace,
For me I go into the wild,
to search for a holy place,
Who knows the truths that I might find,
perhaps ruthlessness in grace.
We both search for death,
as we search for life,
paradox is always the case.