Ooh, hey.

I know where I would like to go, and I see back way way back to the place I've traveled. 

But these next steps are heavier than the last ones were. this next one will take me on a different route 

toward my land of milk and honey--a freedom so smooth and bright.

I'm stuck in the heaviest sand and I stand here drowning, the life raft dangles in a distance; 

Will I grab onto it? Will I fear that the rope may pop 

And I'll be forced to let go and sink quicker than I thought possible.  

But... What if I'm lifted up onto the boat and the journey becomes a floating ride 

Over riptides and currents through storms around desolate lands? 

What if this gets me where I'm going safer, dryer...me-er? 

The first step is to believe. beyond the logical puzzles in my mind eye

Believe in my beating drum that even if make a wrong move

it's useful for my growth, it's food storage for the journey. 

Perseverance...the Metabolized energy in my belly's light for the fight of  my life's purpose 

I have to let go of the mirage of control, and be both rooted and one with wind

And breathe out my fears truth seeping from my tongue 

Spend the extra time in a dreamer's state 

and exchange the strain of worry for the currency of hope. 

And then I'll begin again.