It’s like an itch I can’t scratch
Lighting fire with a wet match
Cutting meat with a dull spoon
Trying to encapsulate the moon
To fight is futile
The beating’s brutal
I can’t outrun destiny
It has bested me
I guess I have to give in
Because I just can’t win
But winning isn’t supreme
If you live in the dream
I don’t have to fight against what’s right
I can hand myself over
To that heavenly other
I will know transcendence
Through a shared existence
And so I’ll give in
Because I don’t need to win
