By ginger baker
Don’t take the wrong direction passing through
Instead of deep reflection of what’s true,
For it’s a combination of judgments made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Early rising every day.
You must be enterprising in your way,
For you will hear no laughter, nor see the sun;
Life would be one disaster all the way through.
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