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On the cusp of another change I stand,
Time is slipping away like fisted sand;

Fighting to make a mark here,
Trying to keep all thats dear near;

Am I losing myself in a hurry,
Or is it really what we call self discovery?

There is no time to stand and stare,
Lets just find enough to show we care;

Questions remain, answers are to be explored;
With the beauty of this phase I am waiting to be floored.

Questions, hesitation, excitement to make new memories,
A muddle of emotions leaving me in a quandary……