The world will not wait while you ponder
No one cares about your resume or stature
The needle stands ready to move
Go ahead, calculate the risk and temperature
You were born naked and helpless
You’ll likely pass the very same way
Each day and moment define your life
Every pause to examine adds more delay
Life is what remains in your bucket
A tick, a tock, a dickery dock
Slow motion sand through the glass
With each sweep of the clock
We are waiting on you
Please don’t phone it in
Follow each heartbeat
Let your journey begin
Ticket 2 Ride 