Living on the edge of oblivion
Marginal Man exists
Content in his fringe obscurity
yet the feeling persists
He could be a player
if he ever chose to make a play
and conquered the fearful uncertainty
that his life choices
may not always go his way
All these consequences unforeseen
Impediments lurking in the darkness
fueling current sputtering hesitations
While the Earth spins relentlessly
Rampaging through the galaxy
Time is the true enemy
Tossing aside those
who will not commit
to the natural force of gravity
Marginal Man
you best get
with the frickin program
Make a damn action plan
Dig in and take a firm stand
and for once get committed
before you and your paralysis
permanently plummet
your future happiness
into the abyss of indecision
where so many of us fools
have taken up residence
lamenting our "could have beens"
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