I am constantly biting off more than I can chew. Yet the tasks I have chosen are the things I love. I can not complain, I can not ask for more time, I can only continue forward.
For every step forward there are three steps back
for every major victory there are several small defeats
come watch the carnival, observe the freak show
as a simple man tries to carry more than just his load
He's not an ant, not part of an army
yet he throws himself into a melee every day
bombarded with tasks,
there's no first, there's no last
a constant onslaught of items to battle
that impede freedom's path

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