Pointlessness
It's when I do what all kids do in the morning
It's when I leave home and start walking
When I hope the day won't bring anything bad
When I go with books, food and drink in my bag.
Then it's there, not knowing if it's right
My nervousness, so uncertain, so not fun
Do I have what needs to be done?
How am I not sure, since I know I checked last night?
Walking the same way in opposite direction
I know the doubts were all for nothing
But soon the fresh relief is over
And the unpleasant fear's returning.
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