I would rather stumble a thousand times attempting to reach a goal than to sit in a crowd In my weather-proof shroud A shriveled and self-satisfied soul. I would rather be doing and daring All of my error-filled days than watching, and waiting, and dying Smug in my perfect ways. I would rather wonder and blunder Stumbling blindly ahead than for safety's sake less I make a mistake be sure, be safe, be dead. Not trying will only cause you to wonder, what or where I would be if I had.
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