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!
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