The fat lady’s finishing. The returns are diminishing
The triumph, the tragedy : a breathing dichotomy
It all looks the same to me. Revisionist history
This hindsight is a cataract. This valentine’s heart attack
The triumph, the tears. We’re showing our years in history
Remember. Recall. Revise. Rewrite all my mistakes, and hope everyone else forgets
My memory selective … and overprotective
It all looks the same now.
