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Changing
I am searching Constantly changing, In pursuit, of who I am Where I fit What’s my purpose? I am searching For what I know not, But searching I am, My time will come Or so I hope I am searching Patience is fading Bright paths turn dark and taper off An empty feeling fills my chest I had time Or so they said Judgement’s here, Decisions must be made Did I settle? Time will tell I was searching For a purpose, who I was and what I’d be I’m still not done, Nor will I ever be I understand now, That I will never be done Changing.
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