I must have made a thousand wrong ones,
But, I guess, that there are still right ones to make,
I still can fulfill my vocation.
And what is wrong is only wrong for one thing,
Just like all non-choices are still an option taken.
Sit back and enjoy the place you find yourself,
And remember it when you're in the place you should be in.
And if that's never, well, there's always your dreams,
To escape to as if they've happened.
How do you think so many get to spend there lives,
In institutions and remote cabins?
And it's alright,
I'm not saying that that's all that bad,
Many institutions are revered by the world,
And many cabins on beaches of whitest sand.
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