I go blithely on, pretending
I know with what I am contending-
Getting it wrong, getting it right,
Seeing life in rose-colored light.
If I fail, it's my fault
And for a day, I feel like a dolt;
If I succeed, it's just luck-
Lacking experience, gambling takes pluck.
But I think I like it best this way:
My future is under my own sway.
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