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Mar 2019
Grinding out the pages for the classes I am in
I do not know my goal, what am I trying to win?
I work and slave away, gaining not a thing
and trying not to glance out at the greenery of spring
this work is never ending, but it's like a rocking chair
I may be doing something, but it doesn't get me anywhere
who am I trying to impress, is there one who even sees
I don't know what the point is, will someone tell me please?
I'm enrolled in this school, and working toward this end
but I'm also part of that school, can you see a trend?
I like to be in school, because I like to learn
good grades are so easy, please tell me it's my turn
work is so much harder, I just can't figure why
I am always reaching but the sky is just too high
what will I be when I grow up, I wish that I knew
but here I am at 30 and I still don't have a clue.
Some people just know, exactly where they're going
or are they really stuck, and it's not them they're showing
some content to work at jobs they hate, to make a buck
but I could never live like that, I want to give a "duck"
then there are those people with the dream jobs in their hand
ah what would life be like to have something just so grand
so here I am my brain in circles sitting in my room
I'll be pondering this till old and gray and rotting in my tomb
Fearless
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Fearless  35/F/Somewhere Over the Rain
(35/F/Somewhere Over the Rain)   
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