Stability

Time for the final bout.

Rows of deserted houses..

All our stable mates are highway bound.

Give us our measly sum:

Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly.

We're starting out with nothing but crippling doubt.

We'll rest easy (justified).

I've suffered a swift defeat.

I'll endure countless repeats.

The gift of memory is an awful curse,

with age it just gets much worse,

But I won't mind.

I won't mind..

I won't mind..

I won't mind..