Different strokes for different folks.

A wise man said but he never spoke.

He was pushed until they broke

His mind.

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

That day.

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.