Life’s full of futile trade-offs;
where you trade one for another
until your breath completely stops.
When you trade one for another,
you win some and lose some;
until you lose your body forever
and death doth call saying “come”.
The stupid choices we get to make
are the choices we get to keep;
The choices we wisely forsake
are choices that make us lose our sleep.
But we continue these trade-offs
as time runs out and the hour glass stops
we continue these trade-offs; until us
it robs
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