What's the Point

No idea why I'm doing this

No idea where my life is going

No idea who I'll end up being

No idea what to do

I look around me and everyone knows

They have all their life planned out

They know exactly where they are going

Yet here I am not quite knowing

Just dreaming and enjoying

"But you work so hard" they say

"how is possible that you dont know?"

Maybe that's why I work so hard

I want to know 

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