Wandering like a fly
I came to realize
In what mirth I trudge
To think of others as my judge…
It’s my life
It’s my strife
Why should I bare
To other’s strife.
I am the judge
I am the jury
There’s no place
For other’s fury
It’s not only for me
Or for you
For all of us
It stands true
As you wade along life’s waters
Remember this at all quarter
Don’t be a football of other’s views
Neither opine them to follow your cues.
-- Sergeant
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