Begun with a bang,
Still dreaming about a mustang,
Not yet woke,
Oh this poor bloke.
Progress was slow,
She lost him at hello,
Limited were his chances,
How boring this dance is.
Heavy eyes,
Articulated lies,
Brutally honest,
Almost a goddess.
Man’s gotta move on,
Not a sprint, but a marathon,
Weakness was rife,
Is this real life?
It’s almost half,
Not many changes on that graph,
Efforts are made,
Life just threw some shade.
Pushing, pulling through,
Still back in the queue,
Climbed the way back up,
Feeling like a grown-up.
Hit a roadblock,
Still ahead during his sleep walk,
No sign of slowing down,
It’s time for a showdown.
Too crowded for emotion,
No land, stuck in this ocean,
From that high to this low-life,
Is this really real life?
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