Why do we cling and stop
When we dream to try
Holding to certainty
Instead of learning to fly.
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It is safe, the familiar
A feeling we cannot shake.
Yet, a beautiful future awaits
When we finally awake.
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It mostly comes down to trust
Your Will, Your Plan alone
You wait until we take a step
Our future, unfolding, yet to be
Known.