Growing Forward
When i was little i would be asked what i wanted to do in the future
and when i got older i was asked again but with a diffrent answer
time after time I was able to change my mind because my answerer did not matter.
but as i got older the time to decided gets closer and the it does matter
not that i have to decide for my life the answer is anything but clear
the waters i am entering are hazy and uncharted but i will enter
and tread throught them for dear life
because the outcome will be my life.
this is my life.
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