Healing Potpourri
Last Place
It’s the human race
And it’s coming in last place
What’s done is done is done
But now a year has gone
Upending our routines
Suspending all our dreams
Despair, and yet, reflection drives progress
It’s the human race
And it’s coming in last place
A sticky mess drips down its face
What a waste of space
From Letras Mania