Right now it's only in your head

But that might very well be all it's gonna take

To make it come to pass.

But is that really what you'd like?

And if not why occupy your mind with it at all?

Thoughts grow just as easily as grass...

As easily as weed. If you don't want it

In your garden why plant the seed?

Why water it? Why tend to it?

Well it is all in your hands

And there is no one but yourself that you can blame

For all that you create.

Maybe our actions are what counts

And not all that we might think or feel or say

But don't they all relate?

And I know, it's easier said than done

But has there ever been a struggle

You thought you wouldn't over come?

But now, looking back you see it's clear

Things could have turned out better,

If it wasn't for the fear.