At dawn’s approach, upon this stage anew,
A venture bold under the sky’s vast hue.
With heart abrim, excitement’s vessel sails,
Yet, whispers haunt of untold future tales.
Ere taking stride towards yon promising field,
A tempest in mine inner sanctum did wield.
The choice to forge ahead, steeped deep in thought,
A silent battle, not of swords, but fraught.
Yet barely grasping yon forthcoming role,
Hath freed my spirit, once encased, now whole.
Unbound to run, the heavy chains released,
Toward horizons fair, my heart increased.
“Run the good race,” as Paul once did declare,
Though path be wrought with trials none could spare.
With steadfast leaps toward dreams I fervently embrace,
In realms anew, where hope shall find its space.
Upon this journey, for balance I yearn,
Where day’s light doth outshine the night’s stern turn.
From shadows past, their lessons harsh, yet true,
Guiding how a nobler life to pursue.
Thus, here I stand, at dawn’s resplendent gate,
With newfound certainty that seals my fate.
This chapter fresh, I write with confidence, bright,
A saga of gradual ascent into the light.
And as the path unwinds, through hills and vale,
My heart unwavering, ‘gainst wind and stormy gale.
For in this quest, my essence boldly sounds,
A race well run, where future victory abounds.
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Pizza 