I Can’t Not Have Fun
The common shoe is plain and drear
Some occupations are that, too
The silver lining may be near
I’ll make it through
Those who omit some fun each day
Get bogged in tasks and almost stop
Like a gold ring hidden away
Like wasted crop
Some days are boring as they come
At times I wish for so much more
Like breaking through titanium
A stubborn door
I’ll look for a window in sight
We all can use a little light
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