These tales make amusing stories
Years earlier, sense gone amuck
A few scrapes, major mishaps
Unbounded faith, terrible luck
Fueled by boyish swagger
Focused only on the prize
Flying blindly into life
Missing the blissful sunrise
A good notion, a powerful potion
Drunk, ignoring good sense
Shadow boxing with self restraint
Nothing came out in the rinse
Learning is optional
No irony in history
Only my footprints
Tis my own mystery
Batter up, take your swing
Keep your eye on the pitch
Better luck next time
Getting your car from the ditch
The folly of youthful fog
Lifts to reveal
The wisdom of choices
And the great karma wheel






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