Who Am I
Sunrise, I rise, another day chasing after the prize, till my demise, I'll continue to rise, but for what purpose, the thought makes me nervous, must I do as I'm told, or fear getting scold, am i just the clay being mold, continue striving to see how things unfold or should I stand still, defy my destiny and embrace free will, unsure concepts, mysterious existence, nothing is real, its all pretense
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