The first step

I dug my past
Found no gold
Peered in my soul
It was ice cold

The answer doesnt concern
My present
Tis about future
Past weighing on it

So why should I answer?
To appease the clamour
Pretence of a plan
Of a clear path

All I have is a drive, a gut
A desire to learn what I love
Abstract enough to fall face down
Concrete enough to need no reason

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