Through youth uncorrupted
To adolescence maladjusted
Searching, seeking
Stumbling, reeling
Coming so close then yanked away
Time and again it's happened this way
The truth is starting to be revealed
Yet still my soul cannot be healed
I start to wonder Does anything matter?
The answer can make one mad as a hatter
To see the end before you've arrived
To wait for death while you try to survive
What peace can come of this
Where is nirvana, eternal bliss?
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