Slide on.

Hard to win, with a dozen others throwing your stuff in the bin.
Breakthrough walls made of resistance and grins.
Trying to build your own will, when it seems so thin.
I just take the rough with smooth.
The bonus with the loss and slide on through.
The good and the bad, the fine and the poo.
When lifes watery like a soup or chunky like a stew...
I get my imaginary skates on and just slide on through.