It's a race. But I'm losing, losing, losing. Losing ground, losing space, This really isn't that much of a race. It's more like fate. It's more like fighting what isn't my fight, the fact that I'm here, no I don't have the right. It's not the way. And I can see, clear ahead of me, that heavy black mass, it's going too fast. I can't keep up, I'm not strong enough. I've lost.