Reconfigure Your Magic Lath

Chances and choices to grow Chances and choices to taste Chances and choices to blow and throw Chances and choices to invest or waste Same chances for Tom and John Same chances for Mary and Martha Same chances for June and Jane Same chances for Betty and Bertha No rivers of tears to cry If chances you squander No matter how much you try To console your blunder at the sound of thunder Tearing your overcast sky Unless in your life you inject order To jettison the blue lie Thar denies the hand you play in the disorder For which by design you crave To reap the whirlwind you sow Pretending your paper tiger grows brave When it self inflicts low Blows all the while dreaming repeating the same discredited methods Yields better outcomes Despite playing new music on dissonant cords Assuming oversize claims Fate disavows Unless you rejig and reconfigure the path To success which cows Steps to reengineer your magic lath.