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I don’t want to be the best,
For it precedes the walk of vanity that leads to the fall

I would absolutely hate to be the worst,
Suffering all along without a soul that got lost on the way down

The ball always rests at the base
Life is best lived in the valley
It thrives there in all it’s glory and all it’s grandeur
Without the glare and without the pomp
With all that is good and all that is not…