I continue to struggle, to do what I can
To find a fair way to get 'cross this land
In which we all struggle, in which we all stand
To lose what we long for, to fail out of hand.
This is not the path I had thought I planned,
And how I got on it, I don't understand.
But now I must bend to another's demand
And work now, and ride as if for the brand--
At least, I well must, lest I get canned,
And in so doing too many leave damned
About whom I care. Them, I'd not strand.