A stones throw from the other side
Where in my glass house come what may,
It's here amongst I must decide,
Just how the game I'm going to play.
So it was I sought the Sages,
On how myself I should conduct,
For my life in all its stages,
I've come to see has mostly sucked.
But hands upon which we are dealt,
"To make the most of," so they said,
For Sages who in courage dwelt,
They tell me now to go instead.
And though a stone throw's mine to make
An easy toss from here to there;
It seems a claim if I'm to stake,
Of stones - I need to grow a pair.
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