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_lacey_nusing poems to say what I can not.
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a choice we all must face.

the Choice.

Growing up,

Growing up, we hold on tight

to the rope with all our might

guided through the weary,

guided through the weary, afraid we might lose sight

so, they say,

so, they say, "just hold on tight".

As the moon rises and falls

As the moon rises and falls to the sun's beck and call

our rope appears, to none but one,

our rope appears, to none but one, non-superior

our rope appears, to none but one, non-superior to the notability it once held.

still clinging to the rope

still clinging to the rope we become aware

still clinging to the rope we become aware and we all must cope.

for at some point,

for at some point, it will only keep you afloat

but to choose to swim,

but to choose to swim, to explore,

but to choose to swim, to explore, to discover...

only then will you uncover

the many secrets

the many secrets of life

the many secrets of life and all of its wonder.

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