Chances are
Your chances
Are a chance you have to take
If your dances and romances
Leave all logic in their
wake,
And you are left to
contemplate
The heel of your mistake
As the latest of the greatest
Walks away.
There will be joy.
There will be pain
And sorrow mixed with
ecstasy,
But that’s the way it’s
always been,
The way that it was meant to be.
The apple hangs upon the
tree,
And you can wait for it to
fall,
Or take a chance to taste it
now
And savor it
All day.
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