Every so often it is
that your mind wishes to give up
wandering hither and thither it sees,
the innumerable forks, paths
easier by far, let go
cursing your heart for a dream it saw
so stupid it must seem now
rash and immature a decision so
of following a dream
with all your heart you want
confusing, controlling, manipulating the thoughts so
that with each day that passes,
drags your conviction to a new low.
don't carry on, let go!
caught in the tussle
a hurricane of thoughts
helpless you weep
hazy about what's right, what's wrong.
But then in your heart, somewhere inside
a tiny voice begging to be heard, pleads
'twill be well worth the pain, the wait,
just as you dreamed, satisfying mighty
that you fought for so hard
and came so long for,
is so near and you're giving way,
Hold on. Hold fort.
it's only five inches now, it's only five inches...
