Zeitgeist

Not calling this nostalgia

But you're longing for the past

This is more 'second place in a two horse race

With a steward's inquiry, just in case

But you're still not coming last

Travelling stories unravelling vices you dabble in life is a battle when you're still on the hillside

Under the gun you were running before I was walking you're talking in tongues but I will get what was implied

And the cheap shot wins again

In the dilapidated frame

In the painting none of the colours blend