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Unclear


It’s getting closer

The time is near,

To make the choice,

But my future is unclear.

 

Follow my heart,

Is what they say,

But their actions,

Show something different every day.

 

I know what I want,

I can see it now,

As I sit in the silence,

The quiet seems so loud.

 

So many choices,

So little time,

The vision is my dream,

The decision is mine.

 

I have chosen my path,

To my heart it is dear,

I cannot go back,

Now my future is clear.

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