I lowball bids for cheap chances
as the mind descends to dances
with the grim mechanics of
inevitable removal
from the mortal plane that we all face
if I knew the time I'd pick up the pace
and get over my standing
and the seeking of approval
my fate's for sure the pure and mundane
I can't seem to corral my brain
though golly how it
still wants to believe
and if I'm playing crazy chance's game
I best transcend the same old same
and get behind
the very best I can conceive
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