I face that mysterious door,
Fighting my way
Step by step
Through mounds of paperwork
And applications to where I suited.
All for that intangible future
More fresh and striking than anything here
“I will go.”
My future is manifesting itself slowly,
Inexorably and inexplicably before me.
I choose to gaze at my future as infinite opportunity,
Infinite joy spread over infinite possibilities.
As that joy becomes tangible,
It also becomes more finite.
But from where I stand
I see everything ahead.
I can finally leave
Everything I’ve been tied to
And prove to myself, “I am myself.”
(3/21/14 @xirlleelang)
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
I face that mysterious door,
Fighting my way
Step by step
Through mounds of paperwork
And applications to where I suited.
All for that intangible future
More fresh and striking than anything here
“I will go.”
My future is manifesting itself slowly,
Inexorably and inexplicably before me.
I choose to gaze at my future as infinite opportunity,
Infinite joy spread over infinite possibilities.
As that joy becomes tangible,
It also becomes more finite.
But from where I stand
I see everything ahead.
I can finally leave
Everything I’ve been tied to
And prove to myself, “I am myself.”
(3/21/14 @xirlleelang)
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