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Poetry

Quandary

To stay in bed
Or to get up
To drive a car
Or catch a bus
To smoke a tab
Or drink a cup
Its a quandary
For the likes of us

To chance an arm
To trust in luck
To run the race
Or to give up
To live my life
Then turn to dust
Its a quandary
For the likes of us

The heavens need sweeping,
Theyve grown astray
The world is very different
every day
I can hardly keep up
with the pace
Think Ill take it eas-y
(Why dont you take it easy?)
(Think Ill take it eas-y)
(Think Ill take it -
slow)


This aint no place
Like no place else
N this place feels
Like a space in-hell
Its a place called Earth,
I know it well
Its a quandary
For the likes of us


Poetry