I have heaps to be grateful for.
I abandoned my books and words as was feared.
Of an even riper age, 21, shall I turn in less than two weeks.
I look at my past and my choices. Choices that were mine and mine alone to make.
Did I go wrong?
What have I seen of this world?
To what course does my journey take me?
What if “this is it”?
I continue to fear. Pray it not be so.