I would rather arrive at
My destination
Battered and bruised,
Than to look back
And wish I had started.
Finishing is my only option.
I’ve seen it and I can’t go back,
It’s too beautiful.

So I hope I won’t,
But if I do then don’t.
Don’t mourn me because I died living.

Anything else, I’d just be waiting to die.
For me there’s no in between.
When I do go, celebrate me with a nostalgic smile…

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