Without a Course I Blindly Go

The way I feel, it matters not.
No one cares what I thought.

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Powerless as I may be.
How to continue, I cannot see.

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What my path is I cannot find.
In frustration I search my mind.

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A blank page beckons me to fill.
But where to begin, I feel ill.

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Brain is racking for a course.
Heart is sinking in remorse.

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What to do, I do not know.
Too confused to even go.

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Unimportant as it may seem.
To even aspire to a dream.