Looking back, I turn to see, the me I always thought I'd be.
Through clearer eyes and rosy lens,
I dreamed the dreams that had no ends.
No mountain peak to high to scale.
Nor ocean wide that I'd not sail.
Yes, I would be the things I loved!
No holding back, I'd rise above!
When did I lose my quickened pace and find a task to hard to face?
When did my dreams start to unwind and turn into a daily grind?
Was youth my only driving force, life's engine revving free?
No, I refuse to look back now! I'll be who I can be!
My pace may slow, my eyes may fade, but now I look ahead.
My Future is my Future stil!!!!! I won't stop til I'm dead!!!!!
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