To no one but myself,
Wondering what I should be looking at,
Or that someone would tell,
What the fear is that obliterates you.
Soon you start to think,
About all the things you could be doing,
And you don't even get close to the brink,
Yet don't even stop to think what you do,
E'en as you turn away,
Satisfied that you even thought at all,
And lived another day.
Well good for you!
No, really, I mean it,
No one knows the secret to happiness,
But I 'spect you've come by a little bit.
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