The bags are packed, a car is fueled; its wheel a driver’s manning.
The destination is unknown, but not for lack of planning.
The course was laid; a goal was set, all done with clear notion;
Everything made ready, but the wheels not set in motion.
Intimidated by the curves on the road that lies ahead,
The driver sits and contemplates his worries now instead.
His heart yet dreams of places, it has ever yearned to go,
Fear now holds him captive to the ground his mind does know.
He listens to the stories people often stop and tell.
He longs to venture to a land that will give him some as well.
Each time he makes a motion to leave his present state,
An excuse to stop his action makes him sit and wait.
Life goes on and days go by, still his life is idle.
Fear is now his master, like a horse with bit and bridle.
He wants to make his mark on the world, as many have before,
But maybe, what if, and could be leave him lacking this and more.
His hope now lost; the plans he made were unfinished in the end.
Dread had taken more than dreams; regret his only friend.
His life was filled with nothing, for his dreams he lived without.
His death began the day he sat and listened to his doubt.
The moral of this story, I hope will soon be clear:
Never listen to the voice of an unforgiving fear.
To sit and dream without resolve of seeing them come about,
Is to give up life entirely, before your time runs out.
Paul Jason Wilhelm 