A goal to which they give their heart and soul;
They plot a course, do everything they can...
And suddenly the keyword is control.
I see how everybody hits a wall,
From time to time it’s just what comes to be;
No matter how they pine, they seem to fall...
Despite their passion and intensity.
I think that I would rather play it cool,
And let the future look out for its own;
The humble one will never look the fool...
Like those who go on blindly and alone.
In realizing I am not that tough...
I’m satisfied, and mine is just enough.
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