Can you tell me, where I'll be in 20 years?
I long to know my future
Staying up all hours
Questioning every possible issue
Never happy with either the answer I've found
Or the dead end, I seem to have become fimilar with.
Wanting, longing to be confurable
with the unknown
Yet I have to ask
How can such a person be so
About their own future...
Nevertheless the unknown
I seem to be going in circles
Such as a dog, trying to grab their tale
These questions seem endless
One after the other
Yet the irony of it all
These, games of questioning