What is on your mind?
Who do you doubt?
Why are you in a bind?
Which is it all about?

You asked me these,
then you held my hand ;
To put my mind at ease,
and remind me i still stand.

My mind is packed,
but i feel empty;
Doubt that i lack,
when i have plenty.

Kept in a bind,cause i fear;
that no matter how much i strife,
I am no where near;
in understanding life.

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