Flying...

The task at hand is mighty,
the winds of change blowing hard,
the sands conspiring to form a storm,
I stand alone, indecisive and confused,
making up scenarios and scaring myself,
I look back for support and see the world sleeping,
I look up to see an ever darkening sky

A single bird flies high above, oblivious of the storm way below,
I realize what I need is a teacher to teach me fly...