It first saw you when you were young,
The moment it laid eyes on you,
You felt a great sense of comfort,
That you had never felt before,
Although its aura gave you a sense of danger,
You were compelled by the vision it entailed.

Miraculously so, you were willing to submit your devotion to it,
But little did you know, what was ahead of you
Nothing could prepare your young mind,
For the impediment, it had designed for you,
The hours of self-doubt, rejections and loneliness.

These moments will bring you to your knees and ponder,
“Is this what dreams are made of?”
But each time you fall, you will dust yourself off,
And remember that these bits are what makes life worthwhile.