To the great unknown I find myself standing in front of
I want to offer a welcome
and a challenge
I take too lightly the gift of a free will
and remain in this small town
wishing I was gone
more times than I can count
always becoming distracted
with some past lover
or something that's nothing
I've stayed full on little for too long
it became apparent I must leave
and finding myself in a place to do so
I will
I am
I have
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 6:25 AM UTC
To the great unknown I find myself standing in front of
I want to offer a welcome
and a challenge
I take too lightly the gift of a free will
and remain in this small town
wishing I was gone
more times than I can count
always becoming distracted
with some past lover
or something that's nothing
I've stayed full on little for too long
it became apparent I must leave
and finding myself in a place to do so
I will
I am
I have
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