And when I lay my head down at night,
I often think, tomorrow I'll be fearless.
Tomorrow, I'll keep out those things that depress,
and embrace those things things that fill up,
Those things that fill me up with confidence,
those things that inspire ACTION.
Then tomorrow comes and it's just another day,
and I think to myself where did my ferocity go?
I was once fierce and sure,
But now I feel shaky, haunted by a few mistakes etched permanently in my mind,
Knowing there are countless more that I can't remember.
And someone once told me I'll be great when I let go.
If only time could stand still as someone whispers in my ear: now.