Today felt good
yet I’m painting it black,
every moment slips and spirals
as I reach the end of the tracks.
I conquered every hill
smiled at all the thrills
and as the night begins to still
my heart simply spills,
out unto the floor
beneath the cracks of the door
and as I rush to mop the mess
I merely pour out more.
If there’s a reason for distress
it’s ’cause I wanted more
than today’s best
of all things,
but there’s not championships each night,
there’s only one ring.