I think a lot of people can relate to this poem.
We all get lost at some point in our lives
We feel all alone until help arrives
Won't know where to go to
Won't know who to turn to
Blind and lost, no sense of direction
Alone and confused, no concentration
Don't know who will ignore
And who will help when we explore
Two roads to choose from
One sets you free
The other traps you
So which will it be
Everything is lost
Feeling very torn
But that's the cost
The price of being born
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