Please Turn Over

The task at hand;
To turn to a new page.
To a fresh page, waiting to be inked
With the pen of Destiny.

Turning pages blotted with Time.
An epoch, punctuated with moments that made me.
Moments building up to this moment.
It's time to learn to fly.
Will I soar or will I fall
Is still unknown.
But spread my wings, I will,
Persuing that goal which glows hazily afar.

But it's the interim that excites,
Not the prize.
New places, new faces.
Old lessons, new tests.
The upshot, can be but presumed.
The wait, worth it.

The task at hand;
To turn to a fresh page,
To write a new chapter,
A new beginning.