It all seems automatic,
we humans are problematic.
Born into a world gone mad,
it's very hard to be happy
real easy to be sad.
Some go with the down,
do nothing to fight off the frown.
I go for the smile,
chase it a country mile.

If I didn't have a problem
I'd be bored,
I search out the lion that roared,
if I didn't I'd be floored.
I'd rather be eaten alive,
than to sit around and not live.

You'll find me out,
hoping a hoodlum will cross my route.
I'll save a little on lady,
from a criminal shady.
I'll jump into a worhwhile fight,
as long as I feel it's right.

Some of the time
fear grips,
but being bored trips.
After I hit the door
I've figured my score,
I plan to win,
but never return home again.

Life is an adventure,
I'm an adventurer.
I ventured into the word,
didn't give a hoot,
about the negativity I heard.
Didn't care if I couldn't write,
mostly I loved the fight.

I'm an older man now,
Still I'll wrestle the bull,
overlook the cow,
I want to go out fighting,
in this life exciting.
This I've never told,
but I never planned
to get old.

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