I walk along in the corridors of my life
And I encounter storms, winds and strife
But every now and then I need to rest
And think about my journey's quest
The reason why I am alive
When so many others, younger, die
What am I doing in my time
I wonder if harder should I try
To work, love, live, be
To help create some harmony
In all these corridors, that twist and bend
I'm sometimes faced with a dead-end
Yet I am sure that it will get clear
That I will hopefully no longer fear
This great big job that needs to be done
And when complete, I will be gone.
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