Completely and utterly futile
My thoughts on where to begin
My life has come to a standstill
Those who say nay are thinking they win
I cannot find that avenue I seek
That channel I find lacking
The canal through which would sail
My craft with success packing
I have no place to point my aim
No finish line oer which to cross
And when I grab alongside hand
It turns into, yet again, a loss
Dawdling still I find my lot
Alone, no help in this plight
No soaring plans to take me up
Sans partner in yet untested flight
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