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Maybe it’s the paths that we’ve chosen,
Or could it be the thoughts in our minds.
Day in and day out, we struggle just to
Get by on our minimum wage, what is
This mediocre life that we have settled for?
Any road could have lead us to our
Predetermined destinations, yet no matter
What we feel or what we want,
Our hope and drive is somewhat diminished.
We must get out of our rut and
Put our feet to the pavement and run to
The driveway we believe we could see
Ourselves in from the outside to the in,
Through our own kitchen windows.
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