a part of us wants to smile,
a part of us wants to cry,
a part of us at times wishes to die.
some parts feel good,
some parts feel bad,
sometimes we feel had.
had by life and its bull,
at times we get a stomach full.

we try to regroup as one,
at times it can't be done,
many times we do overcome,
it's that or really face succumb.
parts of us lay down,
parts get up and move around,
parts are headed straight to the ground.

in a world of ups and downs,
there are many clowns,
quite a few fools,
many living by rules.
at times we conform,
sometimes we swing a fist at the end of an arm.

either way we react,
it's never going to be exact,
this is just a universal fact.
the more good we produce,
the less we run wild a loose.
run away child grown and mature,
you better stick to what makes life more sure.

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