As each year passes, I keep getting close.
Right around the corner, but still a long way out the door.
I’ve tried basing my life upon what is expected of me;
Reminding myself, sure one day I’ll be free.
Reminiscing the good old days, now only fills me with dismay;
Clinging to the past, I’ve fought and worked to not anymore, be a child.
To walk out of the daze where everything was mild.
But, I’ve grown and become.
Learnt to stay, not to succumb.
Inching closer to where I want to be in a few years.
The view from the top, I’m sure will be good enough to bring me to tears.
The road is long and the journey is the destination, after all.