It seems that everybody has a plan,
a goal to which they give their heart and soul
they plot a course,
do everything they can...
and suddenly the keyword is control.
I see how everybody hits a wall,
from time to time it is just what comes to be
no matter how they pine,
they seem to fall...
despite their passion and intensity
I think that I would rather play it cool,
and let the future look out for its own
the humble one will never look the fool...
like those who go on blindly and alone
In realizing I am not that tough...
I am satisfied,
and mine is just enough.
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