The curtains close,
the fanfare plays,
the audience applauds.
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I've been thinking lately,
What do I want?
Why am I still here?
Where do I want to be,
in three years,
eight years,
eighteen years?
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In three,
I want security.
I want direction.
I've never really known either.
But I don't want to settle for anything,
I don't have it in me.
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In eight,
I want a family.
Or at least the beginning of one.
I want a loving, loyal, wife and children.
And I want to care for them.
I want security enough,
so that they never need worry at all.
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In eighteen,
I want to be happy,
As happy as I was while trying to get there.

N.H.