building from the ground up

One foot in front of the other, like a child learning the ways. I am starting all over, from the ground up. I lay awake and wonder, I close my eyes and do the same. I have made so many mistakes, so many wrong turns... and all these ideas are not new. I have thought them all before. This feels different, this feels solid. I can do it, I am capable. It's not ideal, but when is it ever? Have I ever had a taste of ideal? Nothing but fabrications, nothing but galleys to lead me here. But here I stand, here I start again. Turns out, they were right - I am one in a million, and it will burn like fire till the days end that I am okay. I won't burn, like it was planned. I am standing... next I will walk, steps will come. So go ahead and doubt how far I'll get, go ahead and will me down. I will not stop. I may falter, in fact I likely will falter... but no one will ever stop me from getting up again. Better alone, with my trio at foot. We won't slow down.