>>422813908same guy from here, wrote this last year on new years eve.
For too long, i've been scared.
For too long, things have not gone my way.
for too long, i've had to settle for much less than i intended.
for too long, i've been a slave to that which controls me.
for too long, my insecurities have gotten the better of me.
for too long, i've been kicked around and put down lower than dirt.
for too long, fear has had me in its grip and not let up.
for too long, instead of pushing walls, i now lean on them for support and await their opening.
for too long, for much too long.
tonight though, when that clocks strikes twelve, when both those hands look up, so will i.
for when that clock strikes twelve, i will get up.
for when that clock strikes twelve, i will no longer be what i have in the past.
for when that clock strikes twelve, instead of saying, i will do.
for when that clock strikes twelve, i will become reinvigorated, rejuvinated, reinvented, and reborn.
for when that clock strikes twelve, for too long will no longer be apart of my vocabulary.
for when that clock strikes twelve, i will make fear fear me.
for when that clock strikes twelve, i know that if i have under a year left to live, i will go after whatever i desire.
for when that clock strikes twelve, everyone will feel my presence.
for when that clock strikes twelve, i know that my dreams are no longer out of reach, but that they merely delayed.
for when that clock strikes twelve, i, from here on out, for once in my life, will be alive.
