The future holds no certainties
Taunts with wild absurdities
Until there’s a sense of urgency
And it all feels like an emergency
I’m left frozen in the dark
Running after a crazy lark
Chasing a dream like its my mark
And I’m left to ask should I embark
On this unsure journey?
Will I prove worthy?
Or should this all concern me?
Or is this needless worry?
My heart races against the clock
Sweat beads like bullets from a glock
Has opportunity truly knocked?
Or am I reeling from failure’s shock?
[Image from Unspash. Photo taken by Sasha Freemind.)