Doggy dog was a few fries short of a happy meal
He had failed to plan from the very start
The young bloke preferred to sit back and
Watch the happenings and events of life hammer him into a place
That he couldn’t see.
Never did he look at things straight; he cared less of what to happen to happen
There was no green in his eye
Adamantly doggy jumped into the structured society where the education system was planned out
He got into university but that was a wild’s goose chase
As he still lacked vision and his thought process was nothing to write home about
Doggy Dog was as dumb as stump
He had failed in all his modules yet again
He felt tricked by the future he picked
and cheated by the fate that came his way
Little did he know that it’s how he handles failure that made the difference in one’s life.
But he always wanted to play it safe. He took no risks and hence no rewards
Failure buried him and never inspired him
Someone should had told him that
Our lives are a reflection of habits more than an education
He was a rolling stone that never gathered any moss
His tragedy was having no goals to reach
A man without a dream should die in his sleep for he is useless and hopeless.
A decade later doggy still had his writing on the wall
Failing to plan was planning to fail;
I guess now he knows that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
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