It’s when you’re not looking,
When your focus is taken,
That these things happen,
And leave you shaken.
It’s when you’re riding,
On another wave,
That the rug is whipped from your feet,
And you’ve a path to pave.
Should I feel guilty,
That I slid in to hope,
Or should I be glad,
That I know how to cope?
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