standing in front of the looking glass
questioning my existence again
as if the blank face could answer. 

what is your life's purpose?

because i haven't found it yet
i can almost sense it
it's there 
within my grasp
but my fingertips only touch air

why are you here?
or are you just a sheep?
note: first one where i had to "cheat" as i couldn't find a song starting with "q". there will be few more - "u", "x" and "z".

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