I don't really know,
Which way to go,
But I too can't afford,
To stop, wait and see,
What its really to be me,
But I don't wanna either,
Have any sort of regret,
When I'm taking my last breath in my deathbed,
The confusion of creation,
So I just go whichever Way I get a hope,
I rush and I trust,
That in the end I will reach,
Wherever I belong,
But for now, if you ask me,
What I'm doing?
I don't know!
Maybe I'm a dead fish that just goes with the flow,
Or maybe I'm alive but it is you who doesn't know!

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