If something's worth doing, it's worth doing well.
Though poor may you be, a life's hopes would you sell?
A land-worker sows seeds and oh joys he shall reap,
But one slip of his hand and he's bound to then weep.
To create with your heart, with your soul, with your mind,
A farrago so blissful you're destined to find.
Choices unlimited, never prohibited
Return to a moment of need you once visited.
Just look far within and you'll see two roads meeting,
A joining confirmed by two destinies beating.
And though initially fraught with the thought of pursuing,
You'll wind up convinced that it all was worth doing.