What is left to say?
Except that when I go out in the world,
I inevitably curse that day.
My choices seem to be the worst ones there are,
Okay, I'm over-exaggerating.
Besides, I feel that if I say that out loud,
It might become a self-fulfilling prophesy.
Not today, don't think it's going to change,
It always takes some time.
So start early so that one day you will find,
One hundred years have passed and you're doing fine.
And it's alright,
Maybe another hundred will pass,
And even if you haven't gone very much further,
At least you're not too unhappy where you're at.
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