When you’re met by a crossroads which path is right?
When you can’t see morning in the dead of night,
When storm clouds suffocate the sun’s powerful light.
Your feet are frozen, glued to the ground,
Your mouth is wired shut and won’t make a sound,
Your heart is a snare drum that begins to pound.
It seems easier now to turn around.
To run away, follow that voice and go,
Back in the only direction you know.
Because to take a leap of faith into the unknown,
Through the poison ivy and thorns overgrown,
Seems an unthinkable task, an impossible feat,
All you know now is how to retreat.
As the rain is pounding and smudging your map,
That voice reappears and commands you go back.
But as the suns rays emerge and a rainbow illuminates the sky,
The pot of gold glistens, and you decide to try.
You drop the map, you don’t need it now,
You have the tools, your intuition will allow.
Because it doesn’ t matter which path you take,
There’s no wrong turn, there’s no mistake.
With one foot in front of the other you march on ahead,
Jump over the hurdles, wade through that river bed.
Steer yourself through the forest, and let those nettles sting,
Roll in the poison ivy, let your adventure begin.
Butterflies flutter and a feather floats into your hand,
She’s made it through the quagmire and onto dry land.