Your path may be of a privileged few
But not without its thorns
And all the things that had to be
like medals you adorn
Despite the victories and the spoils
and the choices not so few
This life can overwhelm and drown
and those trials you can’t eschew
To tide by those and survive
create your internal primavera
And believe that this too shall pass
and the rest? well…Que Sera Sera!
