I'm moving forward in life.
I need to take the advice.
There's a voice in the back of my head, checking it twice.
Make the right decisions, so that I'll avoid collision.
Simple with conditions, I can speak up for my vision.
Planning the future, stepping into the cold.
I'm used to being young, I need to start becomming old.
I lay down my cards and I never fold.
I'll do what I'm told to eventually strike gold.
This is the end of my beginning.
Moving forward, winning.
Frowning, grinning, obeying, sinning, thickening, thinning. Being.
I reach my potential, stay existential.
Worrying about growing up, but stepping into the unknown's temple.
I've overcome 18 years.
Ready to think clearly and steer clear of all fears.
I have life.
I have chances, each one of them twice.
Experience, under the sunlight and over the moon in the night.
I'm flying high with a kite, swimming low when I bite.
I have an endless number of people who I care about and vice versa.
I'm succeeding at my dreams of developing scenes of things that I haven't yet seen.
Sometimes mean, other times clean.
I lead this life and I'm ready to be.
The end of the beginning came sooner that it seemed.