Genesis of Life

All those time
The memories
They're like grains of sand
As soon as the winds of time start to blow
They'll be nothing more but a wisp of cloud
That I once and will always treasured ever so dearly.

So, the last day of the year.
Time for confessions and retrospection
And most importantly, planning.

I admit I've chosen a hard road.
I still don't know if this is really what I want
I doubt myself all the time
Having second thoughts and reassured by something
Although I do still hope that someone would be able to talk me out of it.

I'm walking the talk now.
My ever so perfect plan A.
Which at some point is kinda over-idealistic
Getting into Taylor's.
Then get accepted into Oxford Med with perfect score
All tuition fees paid by scholarships.
And "Poof" everything becomes nothing more than a dream

Being realistic,
Looking at my results
There's no way I'll get to study in the United Kingdom
Least way getting full scholarships
And more least way into the overly expensive Oxford
And most impossibly into the highly competitive Med
So, overall
Plan A is a fantasy. Nothing more.

But since It's still far away
I'll let myself dream for a longer time.

I only have one life and one chance.
I want to make the best out of what I have.