A mess

We think we have to know it all,
To know where and how fast to go,
What paths and directions to choose,
What decisions to make and never lose.

But what's wrong in having a mess,
Lots of questions, no answers instead?
What if it's not the time to know,
But it's time to ask and also explore.

What if it's fine not to have it figured out,
Cause we're people, we can't know all the 'what, where and how'
Chapter by chapter, we'll find the next step,
Shouldn't put pressure, there's no race.


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