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Is that it, in the distance?

I think I hear the roar,

It sounds like time is ticking by

much faster than before.

I'm looking at my watch to check

if it is really true

but constantly it tells me

that it is quarter to.

I've got fifteen minutes wait

before I join the train..

Is that it, in the distance?

I look once then look again.

I tap my foot impatiently,

for adventures to begin,

I can see it charging forwards now

and a sudden doubt creeps in.

Am I ready for this journey

that could take me very far

away from the place i know

is it time to raise the bar?

I turn and look into the mist

where my train will head

wondering if the way brings joy

or harder times, and dread.

Will I ever know what I may find

when I climb aboard?

The only way to find out

is for fears to be ignored.

Now, it is fast approaching

and my heart still skips a beat

But I know where I am going;

I will not accept defeat.

I imagine in the future

they will ask how I got here-

and answering I'll tell them

it was faith in place of fear.