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So I step into a new era and it starts tomorrow
but somehow excitement has lost the race to sorrow
no element of surprise or elevated heart beat
no sweaty palms or the cold feet
Excuse I cant find for my heart's ill-ation
Reason are none to make merry or celebrations
At the stroke of midnight I would now awaken
to look behind me , at the path I left untaken
I take a journey on the dusty road of time
I see a young me singing his on rhyme
He shakes the dirt off and laugh at the bruise
Which he acquired in the attempt to get loose
He doesn't need wings, not far from reach is sky
He knows no fear, he only knows how to fly
I see myself take a flight with a faith unshaken
to look behind me , at the path I left untaken
Further down I go through the memory lane to find a tinnier me
"Sir" He he proclaims, "It's my kingdom that you see!"
"Is it young lad?" I ask him, "Who made you the king of this land?"
"The rocks,the trees,the seas ,the sun, all gave me a hand"
No one could challenge his vanity , He was indeed a King's king
Though half my height , a feather weight, he would take me down in a swing.
I see myself conquer the world with a faith unshaken
to look behind me , at the path i left untaken
I stroll yet further down, to meet so many of me!
Saw A poet , a scientist , a comic , a showman that I could be
But off all those I met , I met a me, sitting with a smile on his face
by himself , feeling the breeze , into the sky he sat to gaze
It was exactly like me, just without the masks and and without the heartbreak
a secret he whispered ," life is not what it was , it is what you will have to make"
At the stroke of midnight, I have now awaken
to look ahead of me , as I walk on the path which left untaken
