The Rains come at Last
And life is not at half Mast
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When I get out into the misty Dark
On this reality I stamp my Mark
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The Rains come at Last
And life is not at half Mast
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When I get out into the misty Dark
On this reality I stamp my Mark
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No matter how many friends, families and Allies, I can Shelf
Sometimes is it still best to focus on the Self
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Stay Fit
Sloth attack those who only Sit
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Personal Goals and Passions need Release
My time is not always for others to Fleece
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Instead, I snatch up my Dagger
Chaos and action are my Swagger
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Now I dig In
For the real show is about to Begin
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Listen Bub
There are times we all need to hit a Pub
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Get into the Mix
And boredom you could Fix
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Have a laugh Too
Something you know you want to Do
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You could stretch the Mind
By something you might Find
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Putting in some Time
Turning on your Dime
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Always keeping it Tight
When alone, a chance to Write
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Happy and Clever
Moving the Lever
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Suds and Smiles
I return from the Miles
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Full stomach and Mind
I feel pleased with what I managed to Find
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We all try to accomplish this, that, and the other Thing
But is this really where we should Begin
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What should go first and what can be Cut
Doing two percent of fifty things just leaves you in a Rut
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More common sense than Hocus Pocus
The best path reveals itself through Focus
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Tasks are only useful when Complete
And do not require twenty other goals or your home to be Neat
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Focus on the One
And soon you will be Done
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The other goals need not Vex
For soon you are moving to the Next
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Days when things are finished are not Forgotten
The fresh soon replaces the Rotten
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My eyes continue to narrow In
As I focus on a new Win
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No matter how much I care for the relationships I Own
There are times when I do my best Alone
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I do not mean to be a Dick
But things are about to get Sick
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