You ask me
Where our lives will go?
I can't tell you
Tomorrow isn't in the crystal ball
We all knew
When we were born
There is a map for us
Like a maze pushing us to find
What we will become?
It is in our hands and minds
Walking or running in the maze
The smart ones will get the prizes
Don't blame the world
Don't give excuses of born poor
Life is a maze pushing us to find
The smart onews will get the prizes
You ask me
Where our lives will go?
Nobody can give the answer
You have to pursue it
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