MUDDLING THROUGH
MUDDLING THROUGH
It seems i'm in a quandary of a most perplexing sort.
I'm second guessing my enrire life without a firm retort.
I went fishing and I asked the fishermen, "What was his best way?"
"How about a tip or two," I never thought to ask the prey.
When I joined the football team I listened to my coach.
His game plans were solid, they gave a logical approach.
When I had a job to do, the tech manual was required.
If I'd asked what the airplane thought, I'm sure I'd soon be fired.
We take a different tact when love and romance are the aim.
We listen to the the other team, as if they'd throw the game.
We work to be the best we can to date a better class.
We listen to what the others say, and it bites us in the ass.
Now I'm even more confused, and I know not what to do.
I'll be myself, hope for the best, and somehow muddle through.
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