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September: what am I doing

When people ask you “what are you doing with your life?”
You say ..
“umm, I’m just going with the flow”
Which is basically code for..
“yeah, I don’t really know”.

You’re supposed to have everything figured out right?
 You’re supposed to just know who you are?
But you can’t help but look around and think mate,
 I don’t even know where to start.

You go from being a carefree child,
 to a life full of responsibility,
Decisions now have consequences
and you’re sat there,
questioning your abilitys.

You’re expected to have a five year plan
- house, kids, car,
Yet you’re still standing at the starting pointing
feeling like you’re not going to make it very far.

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