Confused
I don’t know where I’m going,
Or what I want to be,
Or whether when I’m forty
I’ll still be loving tea.
I don’t know if my college
Is the one that’s really right,
Or whether to believe the people
Who suggest I’ve made a blight.
There is so much that I’m told,
It’s hard to hear my voice
And I’m always so confused
That I can’t make a choice.
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