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What To Do?

What to do? The youth is wasted on the youth
Meanwhile we oldies keep on searching for the truth
Like why we’re walking the same paths all our lives only in different shoes
So little time, so much to do, yet we’re afraid of dying, with barely anything to lose
So why not keep on trying to find some answers; is life to use? Is there a paradise up in the blue?

© Martin Ångnell 2010 - 2021