The bright lights cast a shadow,
Of the man I will eventually be,
And he is no one I would know.
There comes a moment in one's life that decides,
If all dreams will be held on to or not,
Because eventually all of your chances,
Pass you by or may never run out.
But if nothing changes, you probably haven't either,
And it's that changing that allows for the room,
That the universe gives you as a creative being.
Otherwise you will just peak too soon.
And it's alright,
I haven't given up entirely.
It might be that I just need to walk through fields,
To get to the trail that I need.
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