In life I had six ways to grow
And burgeon with no needful shame,
But each way that I chose to go
It came out very much the same.
Did I just drift and take it slow
It's there that I would cast the blame,
But blitzing high or swirling low
Changed not at all the way I came.

In truth it is a massive show
In which I took a part. I know
That billions more have played this game
And fell like me with scattered aim.
So I will not complain, although
The time, all told, was much too tame.