You'll end up really old,
Looking back on your one and only life,
Not calling yourself bold.
Don't do away with all of the cliches,
They're telling you something,
That you don't have the time to think about,
Amidst all of this survival living.
You actually only get one chance,
At making who you are,
A process that continues throughout life,
A journey that's not far.
But, who am I,
To comment on one's dreams?
I've not yet found myself on my death bed,
And ends of roads are never what they seem.
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