Pity those that live a life
Of quiet desperation
That face life on the daily
In a state of sheer frustration
Stymied in pursuit of that
Which might bring pure elation
Instead hemmed in like herded sheep
By foisted obligation
…
I say shed shackles like a wrapping
Be free of all those trammels trapping
Run headfirst into the fray
No matter what stands in your way
For life is risk, uncertain chance
You can’t predict each circumstance
But if you let those moments pass
Don’t reach out for that ring of brass
Regret will be all that you find
A strange bedfellow that will remind
With sad refrain of thwarted plans
And things we let slip through our hands…
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