It's the rush of knowing that you are going to step into the insecurity of falling
and then crash into the safety net of weightlessness.
It's the thought, plan or idea
Without action
Your body is screaming
Take the plunge!
But all of your insides
Every single organ
Are resisting the unfamiliar feeling
This is what I call the standing on the diving board feeling
Not the climbing, planning or standing
But the staring down, leaping and landing
This is the diving board season
Throwing our worries to the ground
We jump off for a future that's pleasin
Thoughts run through as if they've taken action
But we are still looking up
The blueprints aren't matching
Because on the ground fear has us stuck
This is the diving board season
Get ourselves out of the way
It's time to find that bigger reason
To push us past delay
The idea balloons are passing by
If we don't jump they'll move on
We stand at the edge to reach and try
Leap into the unfamiliarity
Let the thought take you high
Catch the breeze of reality
Before it passes by
No comments:
Post a Comment