In the throes of your youth,
Directed not by your mind, but by blood,
Before you even knew,
Continue on in the lives of others,
Will continue past them,
While you stand in front of the toilet bowl,
Wondering when the next thing will begin,
For life does not end with a certain year,
Unless you make it so,
You could stop it at your first obstacle,
Before you even know,
What it's about,
Which is all up to you,
There's never been one single ideal life,
You could discern from an outsider's view.
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