I must go find a way.
I must reach within and scatter,
all that's come my way.
My friends you are who make me whole,
realise what I am.
and figuring it all out on my own
can make me chase a dream.
Distracted.
I think a lot and wonder why
I wonder how, as well,
I try to learn just what I am
and how to help the world.
I think too much and try to be
all of who I think I am,
and all of that, completely.
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