As the clock races ahead, unabated
The decision draws closer, unresolved.
A moment of reckoning set in time
A choice to be made for the rest of life.

And yet, I don't move; incapacitated
And overwhelmed by the choices I face.
No right-or-wrong, heart-or-brain,
Just two paths I don't know well enough.

Perhaps this is what leadership will be
A struggle between hope and despair.
Every day an unexplored path to tread
Every decision a break from the past.

From this familiar feeling of doubt
I must make myself fearless, immune.
Perhaps find the star that guides me
As I navigate the path I seek to create.

These masks that I carry with myself
And put on when the situation demands.
The happy one, the serious one, the sad one
The one with energy, the one that's grim.

So accustomed to juggling these masks
That what lies underneath has been forgotten.
The dreams of my blithe self from the past
Now looks like a distant memory.

Maybe somewhere out there lies redemption
Maybe I need to be brave and break free.
Or maybe I need to learn to juggle these masks
Each a vestige of a time that's shaped me.

We've come a long way, haven't we?
Through roads we had never imagined.
Our souls have been dismembered, mutilated
But we stayed the course, united.

We fought with all we had, against demons
Against demons who knew a lot about us
About our imperfections, our insecurities
Our inability to be who we claimed to be.

And yet, these imperfections are what I love
They have made me come closer to you.
Made me realise that, after all, we are
Two souls, imperfect, building a life together.