Before you say it once too much,
That there is no time to do what you want,
And what you do is not fun, as such,
But what you have to do to get by,
Not just to feed and clothe the ones you love,
But to maintain the view in others' eyes,
That you're not a punk?
Stop feeling sorry for yourself,
You're not unique,
Everyone without the guts to take risks,
Is guilty of the same critique.
And it's alright,
To just drop everything,
With the confidence that you can survive,
Doing what comes naturally.
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