Everything I’ve ever thought was, long before me, thought
already.
Everything I’ve ever said, said years before my thought was
ready.
Everything I’ve ever done, done prior to me and done by many.
I have of yet paved no new ground. My life is just stale
miscellany.
I’m made of commonplace experience
Of the unromantic I am rife.
I lack any sort of new adventure.
I've mastered not fiddle or fife.
Oh, give me reason now to try and do my best for all my
life.
For what‘s the worth of bland achievement when it costs me
so much strife.
I am given maps written for me by those who do what I
cannot;
By those who preach of this and that, how to live life
and how to not.
I know this map is incorrect but it’s the constant lesson
that I’m taught.
But then again what else is there?
For no thing have I ever fought.
Drop the map and change your course for freedom remains the
better choice.
Let Life’s eternal melody ring, in harmony with your unique
voice.
Countless affairs have brought me sorrow; for each and every
one I’ve cried,
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