The good idea tugs at you like standing in a strong tide
To just do it, try it, shape it. To get it done
The possibility sits there gleaming, tantalising out in the sun
Restless visions of success, like horses in harness, fill your eyes
And as you sit contemplating the cost and the time
And the naysayer’s critique and doubt, and that it all could fail
Your gut says it’s a good one, that common sense needs to prevail
Your ship must change tack, set a new sail. Course a new line
The ball lies firmly in your court, the dice rests in your hand
Where there\'s a will there\'s a way, and the way lies in taking the pill
Of the good idea. The thrill. If you don’t go you\'ll never know the glory over the hill
Now take the clay to mould. Be bold. Make your imprints in the sand