9 October 2012
This is it, the human race, Hold high your head and show your face, The trek will start an uphill climb, A neck and neck of love and time.
When level on the mountain path, Regret will come to claim its wrath, You'll trip and fall, when oh so close, The past will pip you at the post.
The human race, a winner's game, Where time is gold and gold is fame, Where fame is love and love is power, Power's strength is by the hour.
Human Race • Opuss № I