Being

This life,

A privilege.

So precious,

But why?



Something is needed

From me.

A promise?

I long for all the answers.



Facts-

Meaningless.

Opinions-

So precious.



My destiny,

Unknown.

Fate

Is the deciding factor.



Searching:

A time consuming task.

Finding myself

Is taking so long.



Then again

What is this life?

In this corrupt society,

Am I just another being?

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