Hate to Say

I often ask myself what my purpose in life is

So I can riddle my mind and understand it.

I hate to say I hate who I’m becoming,

And I must apologise for my shortcomings.

“How did I end up here?” is a question I present while drumming

but despite the anticipation, there is no answer forthcoming.

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