I don't know what to do The world is not in sight My imagination's gone I cannot even write But something keeps me going Yet I do not know what Feeling like someone With his head up his butt And as I sit here waiting The world continues to spin And as the rest smile My face retains its grin But I keep on going Without knowing why There is no purpose to this But I had to try
Reason for writing:
It means something different to everyone.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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