Unexploited part of me was condemned
Bucket list stayed to be columned
Dreams untouched as I slept
Tears rolled as I crept
The horrors of past
Or anticipation of future aghast
Until a question in me voiced
On where do I stop
The rollover of events changed
Wishes that was once caged
Flowed freely through the new path of liberty
A moment felt like an eternity
Because here is where I start
To aim my perfect short on the board of dart
Adrenaline pushing me to adventures
And mind plotting new ventures
Letting the last string of confusion lose
To be the person, I’d be, if I’ve to choose
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