I know what I don't

I know not what the world shall knead me into What form and what shape and what color I'll end up I can guess and speculate and give my opinion But I don't think it's for me to decide I will just have to keep staggering forward Every step excruciatingly finite and detailed While all I can see is nothing I can't see where I'm going I can't even see the floor I know that it's there I know I'm walking in a direction And at a certain speed But I don't even know what I think about it All I know is I'm along for the journey So I guess I'll pack my bags

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