Fear not the going
Of the when or bitter where, even
Though I will miss the smoothness of the stone in hand
And the smell of the earth after the rain soaked air is depleted
But I know it's true, because it is
Because when has the journey ever not lead somewhere
When has the worry ever been worth the wear
When you are free you are in being
And have been
Because fear is not in the going forward
It's the failure to begin