Rushing through years
like i've got a lot to spare.
Hard eyes and calloused feet,
these 19 years have been rough on me.
I can focus on the pain, that would be so easy.
Or I could focus on the journey where life has taken me.
Got a lot of plans
that need a lot of prayer.
Pretty big dreams I need to put on page.
I can't be scared anymore.
Can't stop myself, wouldn't be fair.
Gotta wake up, can't sleep anymore.
The time is now .
Gotta open the door.
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