[2002-07-01@6:24 p.m.]
[beach]

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Hoping for one more tomorrow
So I can undo the wrong I've done today
So I can start again, make a fresh impression
On the world ... and on myself.

Holding out for the day I can smile
At what my life means, what it stands for.
Will I be proud as I look back at the paths my footprints prove I've taken?
Will the scars on my heart point to the beauty of my life or will they mask any remnant of something once pure?
Will I look back at the roads I've taken and wish beyond wishing that I could fix even one wrong turn?
Or will I be content, as at a beach, looking not where I've been nor where I'm going, but content with what I am at this moment, not even concerned with the blocks that have built me,
Focusing only on each step I take, each wave that breaks against me?

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