I do but there’s far too much ado
I strive but it’s not effortless
I couldn’t be lower
I couldn’t reach fewer
I’m reliving all those injuries I guess
These troubles are in full bloom
great sowing is reaping me small
And all these difficult difficult
things in this world
I don’t know what to do about them at all
I feel like I’m grappling with big things
achieving so little
I promise too seriously, faithless
sure to fail like a foolish lickspittle
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