AM I ME?
As I sit here, aging fast, it's true,
I think of roads I didn't venture through.
A yearning heart, a path left unexplored,
A life of "perfect," carefully adored.
But now I wonder, with a touch of fear,
Am I the person that was meant to be here?
Did I hold back, afraid to take the chance?
Did I let "perfection" hold me in its trance?
The roads not taken, whisper in my ear,
Of different journeys, banishing all fear.
Of bolder choices, a spirit running free,
A truer version, of the "me" I long to be.
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