Without any training
It's pouring, it's raining
Training or a trade
Hey, you bet I'm afraid
Unepuipped with a skill
But I'm thrilled with the thrill
Underskilled, unprepared
Hey, who wouldn't be scared
Bring on the obstacles
And burn me a bridge
I'm not sure, should I call
This my range or a ridge?
There ain't none too high
If I'm up for a climb
I'll go zero to sixty
And stop on a dime
A dime for a dozen
If that's what you're after
A moment of silence
A lifetime of laughter
On the brighter side
And ona happier note
The noise, well it's just love
That gets caught in my throat
The end of the line's
Not the end of a rope
Just a salesman
Selling a bucket of hope
When the bucket gets kicked
And my chips are all cashed
My intention, conventions
Are finally smashed
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