"What shall I do with my life?" I say...
(I'll decide on THAT another day.)
"And what will my goal in living be?"
(Perhaps 'tis best....to wait and see.)
With aimless motion by my side;
The storms of life....I attempt to ride;
But touched....by EVERY whim, am I....
Without DIRECTION.....we slowly die.
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