8

Life’s like a figure of eight,

I’ve been going around in circles, trying to miss my mistakes,

When I cross paths with regret, I shut my eyes while I race,

I never have gold, I’m always in last place,

Why am I racing?

For the love of the sport? or is it trophies I’m chasing?

now I’m known as the looser, in a race I’ve no faith in,

I want to be loved without gold in my race tin.

A figure of eight,

You can’t finish first if you don’t overtake,

It’s not the fact that I lost that makes me feel hate,

The only road to redemption’s this figure of eight…