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All the roads I could take.
One by one they slip away.
Don't know the one that remains .

Will it be divine?
Will it be my time to shine?
Will I lose feeling
when my other lives die?

Thousands of sparks carry me today
Sun behind clouds threaten to break
If only I knew one more day
Will it change the one that remains?

Behind me, mountains
of old, of chapters that closed
of piles of laundry
of old dirty clothes

Looking for shoes to
take the right steps
yet every pair I tried
have something that fits

Strangely familiar
but only a dream
these other places of living
these thoughts that I mean

How will I know
when to say good bye
to a life I might have made mine?
How will I know not to cry?

I want legs that carry me far
to every place I haven't been
to see what I saw in my dreams

Will it be divine?
Will it be my time to shine?
Will I lose feeling
when my other lives die?

Thousands of sparks carry me today
Sun behind clouds threaten to break
If only I knew one more day
I will keep the one that remains


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Sometimes my fear gets the better of me. How do I know this is who I am to be? Growing up and settling into my skin is a long process that only we can appreciate.