Victory is but a loss
We live our lives in a hunt
Hoping to catch the Lightning Bird
In our success of catching it, what is it,
That which we gain except the loss of adventure

Victory is but a suffering
We live our lives as servants of corpses
Hoping to live before we die
We search for people and moments
That make us feel alive, but when we find them
We suffer the loss of knowing we were alive all along

Victory is but an illusion

When dogs catch the car
What do they do?