Once I was…

Writing Prompt #142: Once I was..

Once I was a follower
Coloring inside someone else’s lines
With my sights only on dollar signs
Lost sight of who I was
Lost sense of my values
Didn’t know who I was becoming
A thought I don’t like to stomach
I once thought I came back to my dreams too late like I was late for curfew
Now I see I was on time
There’s no time like the present
Waiting for the perfection of time is nonexistent
Cause there’s no such thing as perfect
But there’s such thing as using time wisely
Not being on time for your dreams isn’t on the list

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