Direction is what I am looking for
Fatigued, my limbs are all sore
Tired of the systems and policy
Fed up of this bureaucracy
Nothing seems to be moving on
Life seems to be dragging on
Have they made a scapegoat of me?
Am I doing what was meant to be?
Loneliness is what I feel
Emptiness is much too real
Exhausted and battered I stand
Nowhere can I see a helping hand
But I am an optimist
This is the reason that I still exist
I still believe in the alchemist
With these thoughts I keep fighting on
Fuck the world, I will keep marching on
You can make it difficult but can’t take away my energy
I will keep at it until I reach the destiny
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