When I was little, I didn't think
not like this, that I'd ever be
someone who changes as much as I have
isn't that the way of it though?

Every few months, and every few years
we look back over our days. 
We see missteps and mistakes
and many sad hours. 

But then, to the future, 
we look and it's bright,
the path is before us, already laid
Everything we wanted, everything we'd hoped
But is it a dream or real?

The bravest of brave forge on ahead,
one bold step at a time.
A step o'er threshold, and into beyond
the unknown awaits, with all of its charm.

Sometimes the timid walk up to the door,
and cautiously peek inside, 
then hurriedly tiptoe away.

What is the answer? What should one choose?
To boldly step forth, or to walk away
whether 'tis better to go where it's not known
or stay home and play it safe?

The answer is plain, I see it now,
so I take a good look and leap through the door
and run with all my might.