She swayed in the current
Whilst thinking she had a plan
She was moving but not forward
Continuously inspired but insipid to act
Oh she talked of many possibilities
So much so, that her own words wearied her
So much so, that her own words wearied her
She knew what uniqueness she was made of
Yet doubted her underlying greatness
Yet doubted her underlying greatness
She waited for life to take its course
And boy, did it not; There were many
And boy, did it not; There were many
seasons and she embraced them all
She pocketed them and harmonious
Her presence in the present seemed non-existent
Yet wise to not let mediocre prevail
Yet wise to not let mediocre prevail
She knew comfort meant trouble lurking
She had to had to take a stand
She had to had to take a stand
Life comes with only a finite number of cards,
And here she was, already over drawing
She knew time has been racing her all along
She knew time has been racing her all along
Poor time couldn't see the competitor in her
Her hopes pinned on her steadfast heart
Her dreams now worked out as anchored plans
She uncoiled, brought her feet to the ground
Leapt to take off and set sail
What remained now was for the world to see
See her fly in the vast compass of the sky
See her fly in the vast compass of the sky
Against the current, along the mighty eagles
Soaring high while conquering the storm
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