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It's a strain; it's a pain,
But what is the gain?
It is driving me nuts,
It is hard on the brain.
It is bad; it is sad,
What more can I add?
For my nerves are all shot,
And it's driving me mad.
It's tomorrow, today,
I can go, I can stay,
But what is the rush?
I am caught in the fray.
It is hard; I am scarred,
I am always on guard,
When I think I can win,
I am beaten and charred.
It is always a fight,
I am wrong, I am right,
At the end of the day,
I am given a fright.
For the day is now past,
And the mold has been cast,
And another day comes,
With its trials so vast.
But I give it a try,
Though I never know why,
And although I pitch in,
I am left high and dry.
And it goes 'round and 'round,
Never know where I'm bound,
But I'm always in search,
Of where joy can be found.
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