I put one foot in front of the other,
and I stumble on the path.
I put my nose to the grindstone,
and I stub my toe on it.
I keep on keeping on,
and the world posts a “Keep Off”
sign.
I keep showing up,
and the roof falls in on top of me.
It's the choices that we don't make,
That we couldn't have made,
That make life less like living.
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