Tick tock, tick tock, the clock frowns accusingly,
My mind darts for the shadows,
My conscience stops excusing me.
Standing at the crossroads, a life about to change,
Pausing at what’s familiar,
Drawn to what is strange.
Like a dog to his vomit, like a moth to the flame,
I can forever burn,
By choosing to stay the same.
I strain toward the future, while weeping for the past,
My history a shadow,
My dreams within reach at last.
Never say never, refuse to let dreams die,
Accept with sweet surrender,
Succeed with gentle sigh.
Goodbye mediocrity…at long last, goodbye.