Once I felt defiant
these days I'm not so sure
the ground is very trodden
not much left you'd call pure
closing my eyes I only
see a hundred envy stones
and everything everything
I cannot wring
from my own bones
the show doesn't slow down
the players get youger
whet thin and whittled
by a differet sort of hunger
And if I had to bet
I'd probably try to hedge
and the whisper in the back
I must be losing my edge
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