Sometimes I
Fold the laptop screen
Get off work in the evening
And i think,
I'm not going to make it,
I'm not going to make it,
but I laugh inside
Rembering all the times
I've felt that way
and
There is always this
Place where I
Stop for a cigarette
And feed the stray dogs
I sure wouldn't believe
Then
If you would've
Told me
That I will slide
Out of reverse
Into drive
like millions of othrs
To enter
The arena once more.
Good morning
Tomorrow!

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