Visions of yesterdays,
blurred with tomorrows,
lead to a path,
full of torment and sorrows.
A crystal clear vision,
of the future you,
is what you need,
to be and pursue.
Forget about fate,
or the easy way out.
Stare at the mirror,
see talent beyond doubt.
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