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Dark Here I am sitting
Wondering what is going to happen next
The future is so unpredictable
Why do we do this?
Why do we plan?
Nobody knows if our plans for tomorrow will come around
I’m sitting doing nothing, wasting time
Classes, work, what do they amount to in the end?
We come here with nothing
We leave here with nothing
No hurst has a luggage rack
And no cemetery has a bank
So why do we go thru this?
Only one person knows
One person…
