So you chose to swerve the path, beaten to death, trod by many,
Rewards guaranteed, mostly, at the very least greater security,
Ran in the proverbial race for years, a better life the promise powered by the dollar,
Before life’s true calling was encountered in the midst of a personal war,
Set off on a mission the mind’s eye can only see, to the majority it goes unseen, a hiding to nothing is what they feel,
More risks, to be sure, fueled only by dreams,
Heavy lies the heads of they whose destinations remain shrouded in uncertainty,
Hard work and dedication pays dividends but in the end the luck of the draw says all,
Better plan that next step, pronto, never know what could happen tomorrow.
Work on it day by day, at your own pace, you’ll be ok,
But for every step taken a price must be paid,
They’ll have plenty to say, it all comes in waves,
Assuming the worst like you ain’t ok, your dance in the dark conjuring up whispers for days,
They mean well, you can tell, concerns wrapped in more backhands than Federer,
But the choice is yours, always, whether to be better or bitter,
Then there’s the voices within your mind, from them there’s nowhere to hide,
Harder to dodge than those throwing stones from out the house, locked doors are futile when the tormentors are inside,
Can only block the noise and keep at it, persevere through the whippings,
Small wins in the process are your best rebuttals to the judge, jury and executioner.
Then when you’re ready, go put it out there, time to do your talking,
Let ‘em see what’s been cookin’ from the do-nothing,
Where will you go from here? Only you know the answer,
Will you find gold at the end of the rainbow? Only time will tell, but rest assured, win or lose, you ought to be chuffed,
By giving it a go you’d already proven enough, only the mad and the brave take their shot,
Fewer are willing to step into the void, to leave it all behind without giving a second thought,
Come up roses, it’s a hell of a legacy, come up short there’s no regrets, you’ll still rest easy,
Eyes forward and march on, follow that dream, life’s too short,
Time is a thief, as you already know, why waste it where you ain’t thriving?
Let ‘em say whatever, everyone has an opinion, they’re entitled to it,
You’ll have the last laugh, in the end, you better believe it.