Hollow confusion haunts the heart,
And the questions remain unasked.
As purpose dwindles,
The empty seconds stack higher and higher.
The clock ticks on,
A constant reminder of failure.
Rushing only makes matters worse, though.
Pushed further into the thick woods of confusion,
I become in mind, body, and spirit
Lost.
And the questions remain unasked.
As purpose dwindles,
The empty seconds stack higher and higher.
The clock ticks on,
A constant reminder of failure.
Rushing only makes matters worse, though.
Pushed further into the thick woods of confusion,
I become in mind, body, and spirit
Lost.
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