All around you,
people tell you to stop and smell the roses,
loosen up,
live a little

How?
Every day as uncertain as the next,
dominos standing on a ledge,
so that all the colloquial things slip past

And what sort of world is it that you live in
where you can still feel? So you see, I can't take your advice,
unless there's something I haven't tried yet

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