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?