I am developing a greater appreciation
For making trailheads toward my dreams.

How many fields have fallen fallow from failure to follow
A path that seemed too far
For fear of finding my self
Forgetting I'm found?

But the thousand mile journey
Starts with a first footstep.

F It

Start giving those F's.
Plant them 
Fastidiously.
Farm them for forage.
Flourish and flower.
Flail and fail.
Finish and flee.
Fill familiar flagons with fermented fears.
Feed on the fuel for feasts of fancy.

F it and fan the flames of fortune.