Different strokes for different folks.
A wise man said but he never spoke.
He was pushed until they broke
Some guy talking at me third degree.
I had to rearrange him so he’d let me be.
He was cut adrift. Lost at sea
Icarus flew too close to the sun.
He was busy looking out for number one.
So easily don. A flick of the wrist
You might say.
No more final mistakes.
No more final great escapes.
There’s nothing left for you to fake.
Don’t look back
As you turn the page.