The world works in mysterious ways
I walk around and try to figure it out
But I am left in this curious haze.
The earth turns so fast,
I have trouble simply counting the days.
My mind moves and moves
But only leaves my eyes with this over glaze.
I wander through this life,
Searching for the end of the maze
But I think half the fun is the complicated chase
Maybe only death will bring the end to this phase.
If this is truth, I choose to stay in this curious stage.
One day I will find myself reading the right page.
For now I am content with my meager wage
While I am acquiring the tools to break out of this cage.
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