Today is the youngest I'll ever be.
I'm looking back a year or three.
I don't want to spend my days, lying in wait
Wondering what I need to know;
So, here I go.
The road I've walked is a quarter done,
But thorns along the trail they've stung.
I don't want this feeling to last, stuck in days of the past
Overthinking every blow;
So, here I go.
And I'm still new to the path,
It's twists and it's turns, I feel I've only begun.
But I look just behind me at rivers and canyons,
I've come so far, and I'm done.
Today's the youngest I'll ever be,
I've worked so hard on becoming me.
I'm not in places I've been, I'm just stuck in between
Impossibly fast and slow.
But here I go.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Today is the youngest I'll ever be.
I'm looking back a year or three.
I don't want to spend my days, lying in wait
Wondering what I need to know;
So, here I go.
The road I've walked is a quarter done,
But thorns along the trail they've stung.
I don't want this feeling to last, stuck in days of the past
Overthinking every blow;
So, here I go.
And I'm still new to the path,
It's twists and it's turns, I feel I've only begun.
But I look just behind me at rivers and canyons,
I've come so far, and I'm done.
Today's the youngest I'll ever be,
I've worked so hard on becoming me.
I'm not in places I've been, I'm just stuck in between
Impossibly fast and slow.
But here I go.
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