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There is so much, I don't understand, about the life, that I stumble through. It is my life, but am I in command? Or is fate in control of what I do? The path I choose takes me nowhere. My directions prove to be wrong. I wander about, getting lost out there. As lyrics are just words without a song. Wisdom supposedly comes with age. Sadly, I find myself in doubt. Life's lessons, written on a page I now remember nothing about. Our convictions, the beliefs we convey, are the foundation for who we are. Though sometimes, they get in our way, and we back down, or push on too far. I have more questions than ever before, but so weary of asking why. Always searching, needing to search more. Caught in the wind, no echo, no reply. I look to the heavens, beyond the sky. Sending a hopeful, heartfelt plea. I promise that I will never again ask why. If just once, you would answer me.