We take what life gives us,
Because we have no choice.
We work with what we have.
We build and we alter and we plan.
We complain and we praise and we give thanks.
We take what we can get.
We deny and we get angry,
We bargain and we get sad,
And in the end we have no choice but to accept.
We take what life gives us,
We really have no choice.
Is it good? Is it bad? Is it fair?
Who knows?
It doesn't matter.
It just is.
Until it isn't.
We live in the memory of others,
And then not even that.
So we might as well laugh.
I mean, what the fuck?
Budd Shenkin
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