Walking on pins and needles,
Afraid to upset anyone and anything.
Not succeeding, but always reaching.
Not finding that peace.
Work as hectic as can be.
Idiocy abounds.
Stressed about parents,
But gotta keep myself from getting down.
So burn that candle at both ends,
And hope that you can learn to bend.
Swallow your pride
Like the April showers
And wish for nothing in May
But happiness and flowers.
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