The Future is Ours
And so the end draws near-
we have our lasts,
we say our goodbyes.
Tasting the unfamiliarity in our future,
feeling for the path with our hands
our minds
but not our eyes.
For we know that the past cannot be changed
and the present- we must now own
because it is the only road to the future
and our only way to sense what’s next.
So we live in the moment:
we strive for our best
we love deeply those around us.
And our controversies, we leave unattended.
Because although our energy is great,
it is not infinite.
We save it for those battles worth fighting.
For now, we hold our poise
we say our goodbyes
and we dive off the cliff
with anxious butterflies
but courage much louder.
The future is ours,
and we will not disappoint.
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