What Happens

What Happens if I can’t meet this? if I can’t greet this? if I can’t be this? Should I fall into despair cursing all who came to bear the burdens of my dares? No! But then . . . What happens if maybe I could take a risk? if maybe I could be less nondescript? if maybe I could drive this ship? Could I take a leap of faith? With courage I could become brave. I might even be saved. Oh! But then . . . What happens if this moment came to greet me? if this moment came to dance with me? if this moment came to receive me? Then my wishes will be few. My dreams realized too, and I will twirl within the arms of life renewed. Let Flow! And then . . .