perplexed, advice, gone, accept

My own life is so speckled with strife,
I find it hard to offer advice.

Each and everyday I find myself vexed,
do I go hither or yawn, I am quite perplexed.

Miseries I have decided to except,
While only happy thoughts I will accept.

Under the billowing clouds I lay out on the lawn,
My twisted feelings are now all but gone.

If I can decide not to be sad,
then allow me my friends to simply be glad.

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