With the buoyancy I go about
minding my work nothing more
at times there comes a depression
that paralyses me for a time
with the mind oscillating fast
and the heart palpitating vigorously
a setback hard to overcome
compelled to cross no way
I go about once again with a swiftness
that be the part of me from days young
I know this bitterness is not peculiar to me
it is a regular appointment
every one has to undergo
making one feel and fret
what is this life
full of sound and fury
with no time to stand and stare.
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