Your Story, My Way

Where I start

Where I start

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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