THAT MONGOOSE REBOOT
Why do I repeat myself in my follies and mistakes?
Why don't I take advantage of a lucky break?
How come I'm blind and ignorant most of the time?
Why don't I age like premium wine?
Oft the door to more's ajar.
Yet all I do is smile
Like a mongoose pondering food,
For I don't recognize what's right in front of me.
It's a sad, sad truth
That I may never see.
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