Steer Through Struggle

You're not an orchestra, 
but you sure are a masterpiece.
So just let me find you,
And you can say "faster please."

 

 

Rip those ill feelings out
Like a worn bandage
Because there's a weight limit
On all that baggage.

 

Life is too short to let sadness steer the wheel of the car known as Life. 

 

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