In life, I've made my choices

the bookie's wanting my dues.

This isn't my destiny,

I don't fit these ordinary shoes.

If I keep droning at this pace,

You should bury me now.

I'm suppose to be living life

but I've forgotten how.

So many others dream

to have what i've got.

I can't ever be satisfied,

my soul is about to rot.

My arrogance is tripping me,

and causes me to stumble.

How rude of me to not

appreciate and be humble.

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