I decide if I make it; it's all up to me. When I go through hell, I keep going to succeed. Ready, aim, fire; gunning for the high rank. I'm not about to miss, or just be another blank. Never realized I had this much control; I used to let the world pick and choose my role. Now I know Earth will keep spinning without me; before I go, I need to plant my own seed and grow a tree. Each branch will hold all kinds of memories. Whether good or bad, at least they'll remember me. With that, now I can peacefully sleep. Knowing that "what if" thought will never creep.