I don't know what might happen,
But if I live to talk about it,
I may have to do it again.
It means that I risk it all, even the ones,
Around me who depend on stability.
The chances are slim, but the possible rewards,
Make my risking them a real possibility.
And what of their looks when I have both,
Risked what we have and produced nothing new?
Will they trust in my love as the motivator,
Or in my entirely selfish attitude?
And I'm alright,
When you really get to know me.
I may be distant, but I am a good resource,
Kind of like a library.
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