life is not a one-way street
though one way we may shuffle
now, why am i racing?
already i have won
my head is not made of meat
so i don’t need huge muscles

shallow girls are trouble
and lifting is not fun
my car may not be a ‘vette
as such, why should i worry?
plenty nice, not the best
a few more years – it’s gone
savings? i’ve got this town beat
few college students have
money to spare; i should

leave well enough alone
few can take the classroom heat
and most of those obsess
i try to not flip out…
school’s pointlessness is known
it’s when i accept defeat
though rarely i am willing
that things fall into place
why do i try to run?