Ash would my bones be,
had I been on fire,
frozen would my skin be,
had I plunged into a wintry pond.
Time is a merciless vessel,
who stops for no one,
and throws off those unfortunate
enough to hesitate.
All these years spent
carrying around my walls,
which only recently became
one-way bridges.
All this time spent
on finding who I am,
what I stand for,
and where I want to go.
All these hours spent
lazily, indecisively,
impulsively, foolishly,
with progress only on occasion.
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