You're not alone, birds of a feather flock together
Many torn umbrellas bearing the gloomy weather
Many beings are sliding along Phillips curve
Won't be counted unless you strain every nerve
Keeping rowing upstream, come rain or shine
Comfort is like whirlpool, take a hard line
If not working then turn over a new leaf
Atop the cliff, shout aloud and devour relief
Empty pockets bake you in holocaustic oven
Smiles and cries, that's how life is woven
They will mock you but believe that you can
Look before you leap or you're the marked man
Visit every bloom like these young moths
In witching hour, save your naive thoughts
Don't wait for another day, though week has seven
Build your castles here only, there's no heaven
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 2:57 AM UTC
You're not alone, birds of a feather flock together
Many torn umbrellas bearing the gloomy weather
Many beings are sliding along Phillips curve
Won't be counted unless you strain every nerve
Keeping rowing upstream, come rain or shine
Comfort is like whirlpool, take a hard line
If not working then turn over a new leaf
Atop the cliff, shout aloud and devour relief
Empty pockets bake you in holocaustic oven
Smiles and cries, that's how life is woven
They will mock you but believe that you can
Look before you leap or you're the marked man
Visit every bloom like these young moths
In witching hour, save your naive thoughts
Don't wait for another day, though week has seven
Build your castles here only, there's no heaven
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