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Can't wait to get started
Couldn't Wait • to get started
14 • seemed the years
Embarked • meant I • parted
A life • of few tears
Freedom was my shining crown
A glint • at times • could blind
Any thought • to turn • around
Never crossed • my mind
Like the wind • on my own
Many grand • adventures • came
Looking back • on what I know
Recalls mostly • of • rage
Growth brought beauty • to my life
Birth gave purpose • twice
Time grew both • fear and pride
Two decades of • delight
Middle age • at thirty four
Proved • reckless perfection
Smiles more • than ever • before
Came home • a warmed reception
Happy every day • by now
Suddenly • felt lonely
So I took • a look around
Found true love • was easy
Came the years • of endless bliss
Vowed to him • forever
Future void • all fog or mist
Set my mind • to nurture
Then forever came • and went
In violence • bloody carnage
Therapy • then was spent
Cleaning up • the damage
With that mess • all cleaned up • nice
Joy has room • to find me
Now I search • for paradise
A home • to keep • me free
Whether I hit • or I miss
Life is not for • the faint hearted
Anguish is • always the risk
Still. • I can't wait • to get started
A.R.M.
14 • seemed the years
Embarked • meant I • parted
A life • of few tears
Freedom was my shining crown
A glint • at times • could blind
Any thought • to turn • around
Never crossed • my mind
Like the wind • on my own
Many grand • adventures • came
Looking back • on what I know
Recalls mostly • of • rage
Growth brought beauty • to my life
Birth gave purpose • twice
Time grew both • fear and pride
Two decades of • delight
Middle age • at thirty four
Proved • reckless perfection
Smiles more • than ever • before
Came home • a warmed reception
Happy every day • by now
Suddenly • felt lonely
So I took • a look around
Found true love • was easy
Came the years • of endless bliss
Vowed to him • forever
Future void • all fog or mist
Set my mind • to nurture
Then forever came • and went
In violence • bloody carnage
Therapy • then was spent
Cleaning up • the damage
With that mess • all cleaned up • nice
Joy has room • to find me
Now I search • for paradise
A home • to keep • me free
Whether I hit • or I miss
Life is not for • the faint hearted
Anguish is • always the risk
Still. • I can't wait • to get started
A.R.M.
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