Sitting in my office, I reflected on my life, A house, a mortgage, a car, Great kids, a beautiful wife. So what was the problem? My plans had all come true, The drive of my youth, Had given me my due. Success was now realized, The future was bright, My world was safe and comfortable, A pampered privileged life. Money was invested, Pension plans were paid, Holidays abroad I was truly made. Shadows were stretching, The sun was dropping low, The day was finally over, It was time to go. Routine was my God, Convention pushed me to this place, I never really wanted it, This boring wild goose cha...
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