Foreign

It seems so foreign to me, so long ago.

The feeling's so strong, that it's scary.

Yet I reckon, for I am wary.

I recall: "Take a leap of faith"

I followed: "Go with your heart's take"

I hear: "You think too much you piece of cake"

if the flow grows, go with the flow sire.

If the flow goes, then that's so only so much you can go sire.

So sweet, yet so painful.

Well, I chose to be a fool, a blessed fool I am hopeful.

For a leap of faith is all I can do, the consequences I can't outdo.

Good luck sire. Good luck to the fool.