While they themselves just do,
'f'course, their triumph depends on the climate,
'f'the world they'be been put through,
Which raises some up upon its shoulders,
While stomping some with verve,
You don't like the weather, then wait five years,
Maybe you'll get what you feel you deserve,
For fickleness is not a human trait,
Hold on, for now it is,
Learning to let go 'f'how you thought you thought,
Is the key to success.
But keep your head,
The fulcrum of your brain,
The only constant left to fix your mind,
Stopping your fame from making you insane.
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