He doesn't root for problems,
He tries to root them out
Needing cheer,
But too sleepy with beer,
He settles for coffee, in an instant
Using mental tactics to feel better about the most awkward of situations,
Realizing there's what happened, what could've happened, and what one can make happen
How's it going, it's a different story every day,
It's gone long and far, and he would like to see further
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