As every moment is,
Though not recognized as such by the people around you,
And so not as momentous.
But now I have the dreams to prove it,
And the determination,
That forces from my past will not interfere,
With any of my conclusions.
Like a branch that finally falls from a tree,
What does it matter if the final tip was from the wind,
When it weathered so much throughout its existence,
And now a new existence it must begin?
And it's alright,
If everything is new.
Use what you have and have faith in the rest,
For what else can you possibly do?
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