What Goes Through My Mind #NoFilter
A passion, a reason for life,
Its what i strive for,
What I'm scared I'll never find.
I've tried it all;
Art - wasn't expressive enough,
Sports - needed to be more tough,
Music - dont have the rhythm or time,
I've lied, but I'm not scared to die,
I'm afraid to live and not remember why.
But that's not mine, I find my truths in song.
The colors speak to me, help me find what's wrong.
Now what?
School is how I've spent my life,
I wasn't taught to live just how to survive.
That's not right.
But I care.
That's my passion I think,
I'll turn it into a career
I'll be a doctor, a shrink.
Call me crazy, but I won't waste my life
Too many people need help, not enough are kind.
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