In poleposition everything looked great.

I was immortal, to win was my fate.

I could have slowed down but the pace felt fine.

I look back but I won't allow myself to whine.



IT'S ALWAYS EASY TO BE SMART

WHEN THINGS ARE DONE.

NOW I'M STUCK AND MORE

LOCKED UP THAN A CON.



I was drunk, eager to be brave.

One jump and I'm tied down like a slave.

And now I roll through everyday.

I can't move but I'm alive anyway.



IT'S ALWAYS EASY...