Is it wrong to stand on my toes,
Without balance and with nothing to hold,
Trying to see my foes;
Eager for my future to unfold?
I was never afraid, but then came the fears;
The endless possibilities,
That the future might be bleak,
And I might be too weak
My dreams may never turn to reality,
And I might fail miserably.
Only now does it make sense,
Why people are so tense,
When it comes to talking,
About what tomorrow might bring.
There’s so many things to think about
There’s so many fears, so many doubts,
And I see all that now;
I’m a mere child eager to grow,
A leaf on a river, following the flow
I know where I want to go
But if I’ll end up there, I don’t know.