As I sit here and eat my oats, alone
I can't help but think about the seeds I've sown
And think oh well, isn't that life
Family, lost loves, heartache and strife
My oats taste kind of bitter
And I don't really have an appetite
But I force it down and swallow each unfulfilling bite
Will the day come for me
When I can muster up the energy
To live in the present ?
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