Undeclared
My world is unknown to me
I am not yet shaped
There are to many choices
That I have to make
And how does it matter
This world that we play in
Will it matter
When our playing comes to an end
How will I find my way
In this world from day to day
If I don't yet know
What part I am supposed to play
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