Sitting here,
half my life gone,
waiting for my true beginning.

Guess I'll wait long.
You see, it never happened the way I planned.
Worked hard to follow the road I thought would take me there
just to find I was traveling in circles.

Just stop and stand.
Blue skies.
The smell of the ocean.
Refresh your soul.
Float on the peace of having no direction.
the goal.

You only live once, they say.
You can fill every second
or let every second fill you.

What I leave behind insignificant
if no one remembers me.
Everything counts but nothing matters.

The imprint of your intentions,
the fossil of your life.

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