The beginning may be rough, But it must be done.
Though It may be awkward.
Do not run.
For it is merely the prelude of what’s to come.
Just as true as the burning evening sun.
The true beginning of what the past has set in motion,
Though it may not flow as true like the ocean.
It may just start rough
Just like the waves,
Along the sandy gateway ..
to the vast ocean we gaze.
The waves begin to break.
And at last things start to fall in place.