Life has a way of making you wonder,
Why are you here, what is your purpose,
Why do you screw up, why do you blunder,
Why do you feel like you're in a circus.

Chances given to you at every bend,
Chances missed when you blink,
Chances stretched until the end,
Making you feel out of sync,

With the world around you,
With others by your side,
With your goals now askew,
Life makes for a bumpy ride.

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Against all odds you rise up,
You go against the current,
You overcome that hiccup,
You make a statement,

That lets the world know,
That you are now ready,
That you are a solo,
Act that will now be steady,

For your own life,
For your own goals,
For your own strife,
Against all odds, you regain control.