youth and grace

a mirror held to what is not your face
shows all of us just what you have become
forgotten now is all your youth and grace

we cannot fit into this tiny space
without our hands and feet becoming numb
a mirror held to what is not your face

we choose to claim this is our proper place
that all the numbers add to one true sum
forgotten now is all your youth and grace

the easy choice is just bow and abase
before the gods who know to balance plumb
a mirror held to what is not your face

no soldier has to come and set the pace
we do not know just why we feel so glum
forgotten now is all your youth and grace

announcers tell us we have lost the race
nobody's willing to grant us a crumb
a mirror held to what is not your face
forgotten now is all your youth and grace