When you look back on it,
Thinking through the decisions that you made,
And what you've not done yet,
Those times you were presented with a choice,
Did you take time to think,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven steps out,
From the possible consequences brink,
Or did you put faith in some kind of fate,
You thought was on your side,
Because you lived life without strategy,
Like it's some kind of ride,
Which it respects,
It you personified,
While you waste time thinking what could have been,
If you could have stomached knowing you'd like.
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