The Life of I Don't Know

Once a growing man, who didn't know what to want

Freshman, Sophmore, Junior year never did alot.

Three years thrown away and not a single thought of what might be in future days,

The boy with no clue, kept putting off what he had to do

The Life of I Don't Know.

 

Many preceding years did not prepare for later years,

For distractions of yelling and screams only gave fears and tears.

A desperation to get out made the boy alter his mind,

With substances of false hope which made the time fly by

The Life of I Don't Know.

 

A wake up call is heard, like bells ringing in his head

Catching up now has the Life of I Don't Know, dead.

 

 

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