The Start of the End.

This is it.
I am about to let go of the ties that once held me secure but have now become bindings, holding me from soaring towards my destiny.
This is it.
I am about to lift up tattered wings that I never once spread.
This is it.
I will soar up the heavens and reach out for my dreams.
This is it...
The Start of the End.

Hey, that is not a poem. Just an expression of the curious mix of emotions I have inside. Waaaah. I want to cry. I want to laugh.I want to scream. I want to tear my eyes out. I want to vomit. Basta. I cannot totally explain what i feel. This is it lang, a.