Many years being shallow,
Nobody, but me and my shadow.
Being laid fallow,
I watched in a mellow
And questioned my pillow.
Isn't the toil enough?
Or it's bound to be tough?
Maybe; the road is rough.
Many years being shallow,
I watched in a mellow:
Many puff and laugh,
Others live in the shadow
And lie fallow.
Many years being shallow,
Nobody, but me and my shadow.
I questioned my pillow:
Does fate determine fulfillment?
Or elbow grease really leads to achievement?
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