Sometimes we lose Touch
When we are faced with too Much
We want to get Ahead
But feel like we are almost Dead
But when pressures get out of Hand
We must become one with the Land
Remember what is Right
And for that we Fight
So much of what we do is really useless Crap
We do not need to fall into Stress’s Trap
Still things should be Done
So we can relax and have at least a little Fun
So Yig Bless
The horrible Mess
I will drive away the Sorrow
And try to have a better day Tomorrow
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