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Thoughts On My Future


What’s in my head?

 

Why can’t I be dead?

 

Who said I shouldn’t dread

 

A future that led

 

To bright things, they said


 

Why do I bother

 

To keep it together?

 

I mean, my cousin gave up altogether

 

Look how it’s going for her.


 

I could weep

 

Give up on upkeep

 

Do nothing but sleep

 

But what would I reap?


 

I might not have too much to show.

 

But if I don’t bother, it’s still a no-go

 

What do I know?

 

For them, I might not be too slow


 

I mean, they’ve seen worse

 

Maybe I do have some talent to nurse

 

I must have something good to bring to the universe.

 

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