The pot-holes in our lives
We live through with it every time
Wake up in the morning
Sleeping at night
In between we feel our lives
Taking the toll of our silly drives
Believing that we are our destiny
What we do all our own gains and losses
When we are down fighting it
We blame it all but ourselves
The 7 sins rearing it every time
We put blame to others lies
The pot-holes in our days
The bumpy rides challenging us alive
We will brush it aside without thinking
Rich or poor it has nothing to do with destiny
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