What a life this is.
To be stuck and reliant.
I've never been compliant.
All about power, yes domination.
Leads to this upset, this frustration.
Can't throw away the wheels or the sticks.
Wish there was treatment, a miracle, a fix.
Alas there isn't, they can't, it's done.
Even if I turn the mood around. Can't run.
But I can laugh and smile and play.
I'll think on that each and every day.
I may be limited along this rocky road of pain.
But I'll hold my head high and say, "Can't complain!"
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