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To much pressure

To much to do

To little time

We are too few

To many demands

To high expectations

All just leads to vexation

Don’t get chance for hesitation

Left in breathless perspiration

So we are left feeling the desperation

Very little hope of reconciliation

With the once relaxed life we once had

Sometimes ddecisions we make turn bad

That’s just the way it is so don’t be sad

It’s only from these decisions that we learn

It’s only taking chances that we can burn

A trail of change for better or worse.