Just Start

A year is long, yet fleeting fast,

A chance to build, outgrow the past.

With steady hands and open mind,

What once seemed lost, you'll surely find.

A clumsy start, a trembling hand,

The path ahead not fully planned.

Yet step by step, through loss and gain,

You carve new skills, embrace the strain.

At first, the notes may sound unclear,

The brushstrokes waver, lines appear.

The words may stumble, fall apart,

But patience births a work of art.

Twelve months will pass, they always do,

The question is—what will you choose?

To let them slip like grains of sand,

Or shape a craft with steady hand?

A year to learn, to grow, to try,

To touch the stars, not just the sky.

For mastery is time well spent,

A year can change the life you meant.