Sometimes there is no fancy starting place,

Where people line up early or late,

Or some perfect time where a sound set’s you off to the races,

Sometimes the starting place is created,

By blindly doing,

Closing your eyes,

And beginning to run,

You don’t know where yet,

But if you hit enough trees,

At some point you’ll find yourself on the right path,

And where you started won’t even matter anymore…

Sometimes you just have to do,

Because there won’t always be a perfect starting place…


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