Be it.
Be it unconventional,
Be it unnonsensical.
But I cant help but to feel , empty.
Empty even with the massive paycheck.
Couldn't stop feeling like a bound shipwreck.
Unfulfilled, Uncompelled and frankly unchallenged.
Lost in all of my questions.
Oh Lord, curse my inquisitive mind.
Thats got me thinking Im one of kind.
Its brought me nothing but confusion.
, often disillusion.
Still waiting , wondering. What exactly is it that I hope to find.
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