forgive me today for wat am i,
is wat i find myself pleadin...with a pause
wats next i ask the sky...
question keep arisin without a cause, , , , ,
1st bench girl said me to look at the board
i saw and found somethin white,
last bench guy asked me to check out the road,
the rush jus waved me quite,
wat am i here for,
whom should i ask this,
i can hear a wild roar,
im in a jungle for sure,
-abi
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