In Six Months

Sun, 01/08/2017 - 18:03 -- ceoneil

My mind stops,

Life goes on.

My mind spins,

In six months I'll be gone.

 

Decision making was never my best,

That's why I ask for help from the rest.

To figure out where I must go,

And see new places and things to know.

 

I have ideas, aspirations, and dreams.

I now know who I am therefore my eyes gleam.

For a shining future that awaits,

A triumphant job I shall take!

 

My mind is clear,

The goals are set,

My life is now,

I'm ready for what's next.

 

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