There is no turning back
I am declared
My hand is tipped
Days may storm ahead
Nights may close in
But the course is set
I will likely not sleep
My appetite may wane
Friends might forsake
Time take my talent
No one may notice
Or if anyone does
Reviews may be unkind
There's no other choice
I am declared
Something has to give
These days will matter
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