Eighteen years go by in mere minutes,
amounting to fifteen seconds on a stage
and an infinite unknown ahead.
Two months, give or take, lie ahead
to bridge the gap between what we have known
for so long now
and what we have yet to figure out.
I have everything I need,
or so they say.
I know everything.
I know nothing.
Four more hours until it all ends
and everything else begins,
and I’ve never been more ready.