I mentioned I got some of my stuff recently.
Old things that I'd stored away.
Been looking through them.
Amazing stuff.
Some things are *uber* personal, so they don't make it here.
But check out this song I wrote when I was 15. I never really finished it. But this is what I did. I think it's kind of cool.
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Who am I?
What should I do here?
I don't know;
Perhaps you'll tell me?
Who am I?
I have no clue.
Perhaps it is you that can tell me?
I am young and afraid;
What is it I must do?
What is true?
What is not?
I have no way of knowing.
Will I find out?
In this time we call life,
What is it we're supposed to be like?
I am lost; need no direction.
For I am me, and I'll find it out.
Who are you?
Where are you going?
I'll bet you don't know yourself.
Live today; find out tomorrow.
You'll never be discontented.
What is true?
What is not?
Is there a god?
You can not tell me.
For all your years,
We're both the same;
But you're far more gone than me.
Who am I?
I do not know.
I have no clue.
Perhaps you'll help me?
To find out, who I am,
And what I'm supposed to do?
But for now I'll just breathe.
I'll keep myself existing.
So in time, I may know,
What it is I'm meant to do.
Here I am. Hey! It's me.
Can anybody hear me?
I've learned to talk,
But you're so big;
Why can't people understand me?
Perhaps I'll know when I grow old;
Perhaps someone will tell me?
But for now I'll just breathe.
I'll keep myself existing.
So in time, I may know,
What it is I'm meant to do.
I'm growing old;
As smart as you,
But still I'm learning.
I've been told that there's a god,
And that I can make a difference.
Is it true?
I don't know.
What is it that I live for?
Is there a greater meaning?
Do you understand?
I must find out.
I'm begging. Please.
Will someone tell me?
Do you know?
Or not at all?
Perhaps you are the same as me.
But for now I'll just breathe.
I'll keep myself existing.
So in time, I may know,
What it is I'm meant to do.
Here I am, it's me again.
I'm 19. People respect me.
But they don't know that I am lost and need direction.
I have fun, and life is cool,
And old people are boring.
I've figured out they are lost.
Yes. They're as lost as me.
But for now I'll just breathe.
I'll keep myself existing.
So in time, I may know,
What it is I'm meant to do.
I'm getting old.
I have kids.
I know not what to tell them.
I'm getting on and still don't know
What it is I'm meant to do.
In this time we call life,
I find myself trapped.
In the dark.
All by myself,
With no-one to shed light.
Those who try,
Are all wrong.
They've been mislead.
At least this I can see.
But for now I'll just breathe.
I'll keep myself existing.
So in time, I may know,
What it is I'm meant to do.
This is me.
I now am old,
And still don't know the answer.
I live alone.
I have no friends.
They all died and left me.
Perhaps they know?
Perhaps they're just rotting.
This is a life we couldn't choose.
But for now I'll just breathe.
I'll keep myself existing.
And I'll accept that all this time
I didn't know what I was meant to do.
Yes, it's hard.
And now I'm dying.
I'm too old;
Life is beyond me.
But you must know;
I'll tell you this:
All people stop.
Consider me now.
Do you want to end like this?
No you don't.
Hey! Turn around.
Don't go the way you're headed.
Take the time to find out,
What it is you're meant to do.
Don't just breathe.
Don't just keep yourself existing.
Take the time to find out what it is you're meant to do.