It starts with an idea, just a thought in amongst the rest,
A seed has been planted in your brain, will you let it manifest?
Will you water it? Let it grow into a dream?
Or will you let it bury in the darkest memory stream.

I watered mine, I watered most seeds,
I felt it grow and move,
I followed almost all my leads,
And I did not win or lose.
Growing their roots into each finger,
All parts of me agreed,
All those crazy butterflies linger,
Started to see my destiny.

Fear of not doing well is fuel,
No. Fear does not hold me back,
Fear of failing is nothing we choose,
Let bravery shine through that crack.