(I haven't posted in a while...so...have at it)
The bar is just a little too high
It hangs just out of reach
I could get a stepladder
Or even pull up a chair
But that is so much effort
And I just might fall
The brass ring is just brass
It’s not silver or gold
What value is brass?
And it seems to move
When I reach for it
So I just won’t try
The carrot that dangles
Just in front of my face
Is nothing but a vegetable
And I’d rather have cake
Or cookies, or chocolate
I just don’t want it
Why should I strive
For what I can’t have
I wouldn’t want it if I could have it
So until I learn to like what I’ve got
I’m not wasting my time
It’s just not worth it
