My invisible target
my highest point ambition
backed into the same corner
try to squeeze past the attrition
with these tricks of lists and schedules
with this magic charm
with so little firm to go on
but be kind and do less harm
I'm up to my neck in it
these worldly ends and means
I'm down here with the plebeians
we're packed in like sardines
and would I wish to swim upstream
oh would I wish to rise
risk getting eaten by a
bigger fish sure no surprise
but my target looms over
Still enticing, lost, unseen
But if I'm to stop shooting blindly
I'm going to need a new routine
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