That make life seem full,
As if there's something I could do,
To make it meaningful.
Those things that when I'm doing them,
Put me in a world,
Not quite what one would call like Seinfeld,
But at least there's an allure,
To the stress of never getting done,
What you have to do.
If I had a dollar for everytime I was wondering,
What it would be like to be someone who,
Is alright,
With not making a lot,
Or who has a lot and has nothing to make.
How about being happy with what you've got?
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