What If I Fail

Fallibility and insecutiry seem to be getting the best of me lately.
Grey lines fade into the ground,
And seeing which way is best isn't as easy as it was when I was six years old.
It's so much harder to choose your life when you know you have the potential,
when you know you are capable,
when you KNOW you have the ability to excel,
but fear from past failures make you second guess your every move.

I'm just a number.
Just a nomad to the world.
The worst that could happen is I fail.
But what if that's just enough to keep me off my feet?

Since when has timed passed by so quickly?
The moments are ticking away
and my heart tells me to pursue everything I've prepared for,
it tells me to never underestimate the power of this finite body

So why the hell am I waiting for some sign
like some superstistious fool?
The life I've been given has far too many options to throw away
My stomach is full, my eyes are rested, and my family is alive and well,
So no matter where I am
or what decisions I've made
or how many opportunities I've let go by,
I will always remain faithful to the fact that my life will always account for something worth while..

Whether it be the wounds I heal, the stomachs I feed, or the joy I bring to a soul,
this is all worth whatever ridiculous decisions I've made.
Because carrying someone else's weight is the more satisfying than anything I could ever ask for..
more rewarding than the riches that I'll ever be offered..
So, really, I have nothing to lose.