what if i stop at the terminal
and watch my plane soar,
the return home
put on pause
as i restart
what if i step forward
and the world bends-
new streets, new faces,
the echo of my name
falling from mouths i don’t know
what if i leave behind
every familiar shadow,
every hand that ever held my own
to stand in the silence
of my own making
what if this is it-
the chosen moment
before the world trembles
and everything
becomes something else
what if it’s my time
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