Whose
So I grow listless
As doomsday grows near
I am only a child am I
Choices, choices.
Children are born free
In every sense of the word
Lose it all, yet ignorance
Oh the bliss
Give it to me but take it away
What is right
I need to choose and choose I may
What is right? What is?
How should I live?
I have only one.
A small treasure buried
A fawn guarding
I have two years left
The seconds are slippery to the
Grasping fingers which are so small
Too small, too small
Oh but my heart
My heart yearns to burst
To look at a spring and overflow
When will I reach there and where is the road?
Whom do I live for
Selfishness is your friend?
You live this once
Wouldn't you succumb to happiness?
What will give me it?
Service?A life of protest
Those who make their marks on the world
Do they smile on their success?
I want to do
So much yet I'm so little
Where to start?
I change myself then the world
I change the world.
It is for others
I change myself.
It is for me.
Oh I have one
Only one finite life
The years will slip by
Do I have enough do I
I die.
For whom?
For them or
for me?
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