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……