I try my best to gee myself up right
Instead, I just flop like a broken kite
I wonder which way I should choose to go
No matter where, I get covered in snow
By now I should be getting used to it
Living a life knee deep in my own shit
Is there any way out of smelly mire?
Or are my consequences always dire?
Living in a foreign country is hard
Especially when you are not a bard
My way with words is not the very best
I should have learned the language to impress
It would not matter a jot today
The past cannot be any other way
The future holds the key to my success
I wish I could unlock it, for now I stress
I can’t, so in the meantime I’ll plod on
If I do not, I will become withdrawn
The power in the present is action
Laziness is my habitual reaction
I have reached the point to turn around
I am tired of digging in the ground
The only way is up, it has to be
In pain I have a past master’s degree
Instead of waiting to feel content
I’ll embrace action now to avoid lament
I want to leave you on a good feeling
As misery is so unappealing
Remember that if you aim for the moon
To pain you will not be suddenly immune
But hope gives us a reason to engage
Our part in this world of the fleeting stage
Cheers!
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