Move up.

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.


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