This is it,
It all comes down to this,
A fleeting period to impress,
It seems long,
Yet, it isn't long enough.
My future depends on this,
As it's the difference between certainty,
And the unknown,
Between having a path to follow,
And wandering, wildly, into the wilderness.
This is where I have to stand up and be counted,
This is the moment of truth.
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