We all live lives of quiet desperation.
Pursued from birth, covered in perspiration.
A race we've been entered without our permission.
Our whole life consumed with one single mission.
Could we possibly survive on our own vision?
No. For success depends on a single decision.
Continue to run and meet with derision.
Or be carried on wings to a superior position.
I know, I know you've heard this proposition.
But tell me true, have you found another solution?