I used to just go through the motions,
going with the flow, like a river;
drifting along without a mission.
Seeing the light now at the end of the tunnel,
the direction I must go, with or without you;
it is my time, my turn to shine,
like the Northern Lights.
There was a time I would not be,
thinking of me,
though that time is now in the yester years,
and surely where they will stay.
I don't expect it to be an easy transition,
no one said it was going to be;
however, all good changes are usually the toughest,
to muddle through,
so here goes the muddling.
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