I feel as though I'm through the hardest part
Work-wise, I feel like the struggle's plateaued
And I can see the sunlit lowlands treat
Me to a pleasant view, descending road
Winding its leisurely way as I stride
Taking in the pleasant spring air en route
Who do I think I'm kidding? I'm supplied
With so much work I wanna parachute
Off this mountain into a pool, and float
See blue sky up above, feel the sun's heat
Dreaming of travel, leaving my abode
It will be difficult, there's no dispute
All flights and rooms will sell out in a heart
Beat, and also will cost a barrel-load
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