action cuts both ways, forsooth.
It doesn’t matter if it don’t feel right
It doesn’t matter
if it kept you up all night
You make it happen
You say this is it
the rest is action
nothing else means spit
It doesn’t matter if
it all seems the same
it’s no accident at times
it seems a game
there will be stumbles
there will be hard falls
there will be chasms
and high high walls
Just one thing matters
that you’re here and now
hold onto that
until you take your final bow
what
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