Mistakes change our whole existence.
They create uproar,
and build resistance,
in a soul intended to soar.
The choices are to make multiply.
Dread intensifies,
with a vast supply,
of melancholy and grey skies.
The world awaits every answer,
as panic sets in,
stripping all power.
Procrastination will begin.
There lies within a weary heart,
a life untravelled,
an unfinished start,
a promise of plans unraveled.
Today is the day to excel.
It is not too late,
to bid pain farewell,
while seeking out a brand new fate…….
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