Hold on. Hold fort.

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...