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The fog hides it all.
How tall is that building?
I don’t know where I’m going.
 
I need to keep on
Looking, searching; failing;
The fog hides it all.
 
I knew I’d fail today;
My planner is missing.
I don’t know where I’m going.
 
Told to look far ahead
I’m looking, but not seeing.
The fog hides it all.
 
She’s booked for five years.
Was she planning before walking?
I don’t know where I’m going.
 
She walks forward with her plan,
Diploma in her hand
Too late to turn back; she wishes she can.
Thank goodness
The fog hides it all
I don’t know where I’m going.
 

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