Opportunities come but I just let them go,
Always thinking that another will come around.
But there comes a time,
When you've lost all opportunities.
And then you just wish,
That you'd grabbed them,
When they'd flown by earlier.
But they're gone now,
And there's nothing you can do about it.
The feeling of helplessness is not one you can live with.
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