Craving an everlasting quest for knowledge, but it will never show.
I hide it in an eggshell , and bury it in the snow.

To terrified of failing, not knowing if I will succeed.
Not knowing who it is I’m destined to be.

I crave answers, to scared to hear the truth.
What is life?
What am I yearning to know.

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