Look behind the trees
There's a group of stags
Forever they will lag
Content living in ease
Stuck in the same place
A predictable scene
A boring routine
A comfortable space
See the stag nation
They stay in their rut
Oppurtunity shut
No jubilation
Open doors soon close
Never opened again
As the wheels just spin
Complacency shows
Stags that never move
Content to remain
Continue to complain
Larger becomes the groove
Stag nation must awake
Time is slipping by
Our destiny is nigh
Grav hold of it and take
Move forward into new
Step out of the old
Get rid of the mold
Check out a new view
Stagnation there's a cost
A reaping of regret
Choose now to reset
Before all will be lost