The past is filled with all we’ve done
As well as our mistakes.
The future hasn’t yet begun
Yet we can’t up the stakes.
For every moment here on out
Can lead us off the path,
So every hope and every doubt
Is equal - do the math.
Still, each day that we leave the bed
Is like a little test.
We pass with smiles or, instead,
We struggle and we’re stressed.
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