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I’m Tired,

Eyes stinging, Brain fried

Can barely function

But does it matter?

Still, we push forward

Working towards a goal that may not even be clear

I’m Young

Naive, reckless, promising

Striving for freedom

But what does it matter?

Everyone was once young

Moving towards a goal that may not even be clear

I’m Me

Searching, trying, Thinking, doing

Making a place for myself in this world

But does it really matter?

Competing for the best and pushing forward still

Making A goal that may not even be clear, in the end

The Father I get, the more tired I am

The more i realize how young and inexperienced i am

The more i realize that just being me isn’t enough

The more i realized the goal i am moving towards…

May not even be clear

Yet still we move towards it.