I did my best.
Thats all I can say.
Strived for greatness,
Not an inch gave away.
No fear of departure.
Though awating destination is torture.
I only look toward future.
My past is dead, picked apart by vultures.
A race against time.
No past, so im constantly in my prime.
Pity my arrogance? Well thats not a crime..
For years I’ve waited, now its my turn in line.
Seizing opportunity, no time stuck in a trance.
Calculated movements, no misteps or prance.
Death is after me, i’m dead if back, I glance.
Though a moment of rememberance to my friends who didnt get this chance.
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