Unsure of who we are,
Questioning the decisions we have made,
In our short life, so far,
No one can go back to earlier times,
No need to e’en say that,
Yet, sometimes I think I’m missing something,
Since so many stay living in the past,
It’s the choice between living and dying,
Twixt change and standing still,
Uncertainty and guaranteed sorrow,
For the unfulfilled,
Or great success,
You will get neither back,
Just vague copies ‘f’what will ne’er be again,
While your potential will slip through the cracks.
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