We grew up with a promise:
study hard, reach the summit, and find our place—
a land where talents shine, dreams take root,
a life of purpose waiting on the other side.

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But graduation came, and we stepped out,
not into promised land but into a crowded sea,
where faces blur, paths twist, and nothing is clear.
There are no more signs, no guide, no hand to lead—
just us, unanchored, drifting.

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We hunt among countless others,
fighting not for the dream but for the next day bread,
navigating the unknown,
learning to tread water, learning to survive.
Lost, yes—but searching still,
for some piece of the life we thought was ours.