Coming of Age
Don't clip my wings for I must fly.
For time does not stand still.
And no matter how great or lovely this day.
It too like others will pass away.
My mortality is felt.
Does my destiny ride on the wind?
Or do I have a choice.
To spread my wings toward the sky
To turn away, not even to try
The urgency is now.
For once my youth has passed away
It never will return
And my foot steps washed from the sands of time
My thoughts, my dreams all left behind
Someone must know I have passed this way
Some of my thoughts must last
For I shall make my mark today
Before my lot is casted.
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