Resolute.

I told myself that 2011 was going to be a year of action.
No more spoken ideas; if my desire is real then I need to prove it.
Words can be so pretty. Dress them up and make them dance; make it seem like they stand a chance. But when my throat closes, their echos resound in my head.
Over and over again, I get more opportunities to question and threaten them.
So no more allowing myself to over-analyze and ultimately worry.
No more speaking as if my soul is in a hurry.
Words don't replace the fate of action; they don't bring you closer to satisfaction.
If anything at all, they distance your fall.