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It will catch you
Off guard
Life gets you down and under
And then hang you ‘somewhere’
Twisted and slam you some rounds in the fighter’s ring
Like a pro wrestler, I go round after round
Next minute
Hey, what’s up
It is really a speechless day
Get up, Get up
I stretch out my hands
Look, it’s all green
There, my bed to roll
My green blanket
It’s so relaxed here
‘Stretch’
I don’t want to get up
What good weather to sleep
Hey, what’s up
It is really a speechless day
Like heavy clouds
As a backdrop, look so heavy
Is it going to fall on my head
No, it shall pass
It is a question I shouldn’t ask
It shall pass