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Tomorrow appears blur,
Full of unknown events ahead,
And paths my feet have not trodden.
Fear troubles my heart,
For lack of Knowledge,
The Knowledge of what the future unfolds.
My heart is now a gate,
Mediocrity tries to enter through it,
But my will is strong,
As my heart is opened to excellence.
My armory is with me,
It is like a quiver full of arrows,
Arrows designed to guide me,
On this journey into the unknown.
My heart is girded with passion,
Tenacity fuels the fire,
Even as hope cheers my soul.
My resolve stands firm,
My spirit is alive,
My gaze is fixed on a goal,
A goal to fulfill destiny.