Breakfast at a tiny cafe in Oxford
All beginnings are hopeful
It's a scary thing, I must admit
Sequences of fears rise bit by bit
Yet facing those fears
And making your way
Has brought you near
Where I hope you'll stay
The hope remains as we move through time
And company is true
Yet uncertainties still linger
Like reminders tied to my finger
The road ahead has change in store
The curves may throw me for a loop
Am I still in the path for more?
I pray this to be true
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