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In a world filled with confusion,
And choices big and small,
There's always a chance that the risks you take
Won't mean a thing at all.
With everlasting deadlines
Amidst constant days of dread,
The only things that keep me sane
Are the clouds above my head.
Since when weren't things uncertain?
Who knew it all to start?
What one person let life unfold
And merely played the part?
'Cause time, you see, is fickle.
We long for it to pass!
Though yet the same, with great disdain,
We hold tightly to the past.
For hindsight is twenty-twenty,
Yet foresight's often not.
You only hope that the things you do
Won't simply be for naught.
But once more, nothing is certain.
The world forever will sway.
Of all that I know, I have nothing to show
For my clouds have drifted away.
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