Life as it stands.Mature

I don't know where I want to go
or how to get there,
thoughtlessly plodding on,
hoping it will all go my way,
that without some input,
I will have some miraculous output.
I worry that by the end of my days,
I will regret everything
that I haven't done,
but still don't know where to start.
I don't want religion,
worthy education seems unobtainable
and true happiness a myth.
I'm not moving backwards anymore
but I feel I'll never move forwards.
Just here until I'm gone.

The End

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