Where I will live the best part of my
life,
I contemplate, fantasize,
Update my disguise.
On the edge of trading a role I've
absorbed
For a role I've only prepared for.
I dive in headfirst, speak dangerously,
Procrastinate furiously.
At the edge of fog, the future, change:
Will new life have a closet space
For the parts of now I hesitate
To throw away?
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