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New Chapters Start by Letting Go


College really taught me that who you are and who you want to be are two different people

If you really want it your way its time to let go of the things you loved the most

But it isn’t always easy to learn to let go

Especially when that thing you love the most

Are the very people who watched you grow

 

The time has come for me not to glow up, but to show up as well

To make my Mark and a name for myself

Even when the world pushes at me and causes me to fall

My parents always told me to give it my all

 

But they aren’t here now …

are they?

 

“This is your time to shine” they say

So why is it that I’m still in the dark

It’s time for me to pave my own path

So let me just light a match, watch it burn…

Oh wait here’s my spark

 

Forging the way for a new generation

Solving the problems, I never could before

Only realizing that help comes limited now

Slowly fading in forgotten lore

 

But is it ever really gone?

 

Freedom always comes with a price

You  may just have to give some up to acquire it

What you knew before is still there

But what lies ahead is better beyond compare

 

Even when I left them

They never doubted me for a second

Believing that I could achieve all that I set my mind to

Never distancing myself from wanting to know the truth

 

In the end they’re still with me

Only now it’s time for me to call the shots

Because as you get older you realize

That you got to learn to be an adult

And that…

 

Oh wait I forgot.

Could you help me?

 

That you can’t always expect people to hold your hand for you

Think my own thoughts

No one is going to do the work for me

I am in control of my own destiny

For success is coming in a oh so sweet melody

 

I packed my bags and I moved out

Why is it that I still have so much doubt?

Get over it I tell myself

Do you really one day want to sleep on your parent’s couch

 

No… you don’t

So grow up…

Be a man

And make your parents proud…

 

Because they already are!

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