I had simply run out,
Stranded on some highway between
Maybe
A lumber town and
Steel town
Or else nowhere.

I had done a lot of loving
Fucking and
Especially losing,
But I needed a break to refuel.

Love is not an easy game,
But it was by far the best one,
Even if one had to train harder than any sport
And take proper rest.

Nobody plays by the rules when all is fair,
Or maybe the cheating bloodsuckers that
Keep pushing that phrase
Don’t want anyone else to make them look bad.