Some Days
Some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield
Some days you're the spider, on others, the fly
Some days you're a mountain, on others a molehill
Some days, you're the fog. On others, blue sky
Some days you're a David, on others Goliath
But often you might fail to see which is which
Some days you're the slingshot, some days you're the target
Some days you're the tire, on others,...
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