What Was I Made For?

Am I happy?

I don't know!

Am I Crazy?

I don't know!

I am a topper, still feel like a looser

Degree on my hand, still having wound.

Families are here, still life is bore.

Had job once in hand, but It's not what I want

So, left my job, left my career and left the field I study,

Am I mad ?

Is the end of the world?

Is that my destiny?

So many thoughts, don't know what it is

Want to follow what I love

Actually don't know what I love

Day's are come and gone

I pull myself on something

Still feeling empty

I have to know soon

What was I made for?