Stag-Nation

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