Your bossy's less in what, but how, to
do.
It's funny. I've watched people just
like you
Lose minutes blown out the window,
Out of your grasp, daily, out on the
road,
You drop second after second on the
ground
Wherever you stop and go and turn
around.
He who lives by “a little bit at a
time”
Will lose years off his life, being
nickel-and-dimed.
My kind of moderation is the average of
extremes;
Long lines of wild stabs affirm
diversity of dreams.
Failure's part of my existence. I
simply had to choose
Failure writ spectacular on time I'm
bound to lose.
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