Cire — Red Queen

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A moment to pause and rest my oversized,
Overpriced head.
I’m gazing at the edges of our geometric nests
Against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear.
Realizing that there’s no distinction,
I see the red queen winking at me and laughing,
Because I thought I was ahead, but the world is a treadmill.

At the core of our minds we risk all to leave a piece of us behind.

(chorus)
We’re still standing so we’re still winning,
But every parasite that kills its host, kills itself.