My life burns like a wick
My days slow, but overall time to quick
As I search for a purpose, I am constantly running around
Finding no answers I am torn to the ground
When I think I am close and have found a lead
There is always a half to shoot me down and make me bleed
Whenever I learn enough to think I am right
There is always someone who looks at it in another light
In a never ending rush to be the best
This puts the truth and the world leaders to the test
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