Traveling forward I stumble on the past.
This course paved in mistake and misjudgement.
Fearing the unknown I follow on, my course straight.
My definitions are removed and I am lost.
Starting over. Beginning again.
In this mist an idea is born.
Wet and small, Roaring it's first breath.
I AM NOT WHAT I WAS
I WILL NOT START AGAIN
My new form marked by pressure, my past is obsolete.
My aspirations exceed my original dreams.
Like a diamond dug from the earth,
I am exactly where I should be.
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