My Tomorrow

Compared to the expectation of my dreams,

And the flight of my imagination,

It seems still,

This space I possess,

My 17th year of life.

I send a quake towards my destiny,

Clear a path most don’t reach for.

I hear the decipher of my whisper,

The walk to my voice,

And wish for a release of my spirit.

There lie possibilities for a beautiful life.

And there it is,

A push to my step,

Take me to tomorrow!

This poem is about: 
Me

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