Let us go forth,
make educated guesses,
dodging oncoming trucks
and life's daily stresses.
Hold tight to your sanity,
sing praises you've won;
dig your heels in deep—
winners grin when it's done.
That's the quiet secret,
the truth we've all made:
there's a force in your footsteps,
a momentum to be made.
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