This is something I wrote while waiting in the free lot at the airport for my buddy's flight yesterday...the first line is a line out of a song that was playing on the radio as I drove from my office to the airport - the rest came from, well, life...
Lose the beat, lose the rhythm
Lose the beat, find the rhythm
Find the rhythm, find your path
Skip the counting, just do the math
One and one can equal one, two, three or none
You are your own sum of life's equation
The possibilities are infinite
You are the one who limits
Opportunities and potential
Parallel and sequential
You choose the size of your box
Big or small
One size does indeed truly fit all
It's all equal in the end
For life is a zero-sum game, my friend
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