There are no secrets under the sun

All our troubles are rolled into one

Early warning get ready to run

But it's hard to see clear

For we might disappear

With the prize hardly won



When books and theories daily contest

It's like a welcome from the chapel of rest

No salvation no one is blessed

While in private we shake

There's no time to make

One small request



No more winners or losers

To talk into the night

No more beggars or choosers

They're drawn into the fight

They don't belong

The race is on