Dandelion

The act of taking chances Is like losing your trying wings Giving up, and letting go of the bits of romance Searching for new beginnings It may seem a touch foolish Hopeless, to say the least Fallling may seem childish But it helps when prosperity is weak Now I've found the strength to fall When I find the new, I'll be complete Now I amount to so small, like the fly on the wall Who trys and trys but gets no relief I'm a dandelion, blowing in the wind Awaiting the chance to start again