So what do you want to do in your life?
Is that question asked for them or you?
Do they ask this because they wish to know,
Or because they know what they wish to do,
And merely wish to talk about that.
Is there any real reason for that question to be asked.
As my answer I wish to be seen then,
Rather than talked about now.
To try and explain,
The faith I have,
And the way I live my life.
But why should I try and justify,
Explain, and reason
How I live,
And what I wish to accomplish in my life.
That dreaded question of
So what do you want to do with your life.
Is meet with a second of hesitated thought of
Why do I have to explain myself to you.
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