The way I see it
Life's like monkey bars
Swinging through each stage
There are days you fly by
And days you struggle to hold on
A fog covers what's ahead
Some days it's thicker than the rest
The minute you're born
Your small hands are on the bars
And if you've lived your life to the fullest
You finish when there are no more bars ahead
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