The Misfortunate Ones
Sometimes a day can be hard,
or a night can be rough
Through all of the stresses,
and pains we experience
Is it really enough
We wake up everyday for something new
But all we seem to get is the
same old story, same book,
and same view
With all the possibilities
we have
You would think that an
array of options could
be up for grab
I wonder which one of
these traits, will I
have to foster
Myself, being the soul
controller of what I
have to offer
or a night can be rough
Through all of the stresses,
and pains we experience
Is it really enough
We wake up everyday for something new
But all we seem to get is the
same old story, same book,
and same view
With all the possibilities
we have
You would think that an
array of options could
be up for grab
I wonder which one of
these traits, will I
have to foster
Myself, being the soul
controller of what I
have to offer
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