The last few times of living
have now come to complete.
Some thought that I was giddy
but inside I'm defeat.
Time pushed to win this battle.
I fought to win the race.
In plan I've been mistaken,
but soon the door I'll face.
Behind me is your history.
Ahead of me's brand new.
To open up the door and leave
I give my past to you.
So judge me with your gentle hand
of Ace and Queen and King.
Don't pull me back once that I leave,
Let time be with me sing.
Through the door I'll enter soon
and leave my goals behind.
Complete I hand my art to you:
The makings of my mind.
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