I can't stand it.
Leaving here
Where all my memories
Have been born.
I can't hold on-
Can't grip the rock
Of reality. And below me
Are the sharp rocks of the unknown.
I glance out my familiar window
And see the same sight
That I've seen everyday
Of my familiar life.
What's in store?
What's around that river bend?
All I can see
Is the blank vastness of opportunity.
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