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Tell Me Now

I do not know who I might be.
Is it in my control?
Or does some mystical force choose it for me?
What is my destiny?

I am the bird’s songs
Drifting in the spring air.
I am not a minority,
But an individual.
I am not defined,
By any one thing.

I am the trees
That move in the wind,
Who change color.
I am not normally the subject,
But an observer.

I do not know where life will take me.
No one does.
If you do,
Who are you?
Not knowing is part of the ride,
A journey that must be taken.
The song in my heart is ever changing,
It will always be.
What is this in between stage of adolescence,
And letting go of your innocence about?
What is it?
Why is it?
Please,
Tell me now.

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