I've been known to, on occasion

To pray for some release

To free myself from this so-called life

And therefore give myself peace

All things, I know, have meaning

And to each being, their due time

But my time to shine just must be lost

Or impossible to find

And so, I ask the question

'Cause wondering's my best friend

Will the oldness remain old?

And will the newness ever begin?

Will I be able to walk away

From redundance of my past?

Or will I make the same mistakes

Thinking certain joys will last?

Can I let go of the way things are?

And find out what should be?

I just hope I'm not disappointed

When I find out who's really me

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