Move

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What is this breeze

That I feel

Tugging me towards

An unknown direction

I'm working at this moment

I tell her that

But stubborn as she is

She believes me not

Constant pulling, constant struggle,

I take a peek

It seems ambitious and

Promising happiness

What about where I'm heading now

I have set my goals

Torn apart by the new found

Should I reconsider

Constant nagging, constant confusion,

My head is unstable

I make a move, the boldest of all

And reach for another path

Would I achieve promising happiness

I know not nor I care

Because that bold move taught me

To have faith in yourself

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