It’s the ride of life
How long it takes to get there
Who cares?
Look through the tainted glass
Lilies adorn the path
When the ride seems to come to a halt
No big deal
More time to smell the fresh roses
And don’t forget to pluck a few
When the ride picks up the pace
Oh and what about the other passengers
Who you seem to have a lot in common with
A little smile will do
Couple that with some gracious words
And you’re the man!
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