Take a Chance

I have been a walking zombie all my life

Shuffling steps like a somnambulist

Living life on plotted schedules accounting for every minute

Playing safe, following routines, assurances required at every step

Life like a well-planned scenario, every aspect judged, every problem predicted, all outcomes weighed

 Afraid to dream, afraid to try, afraid to lose, afraid to soar high

But fear what we of losing, for what treasure has this safety acquired?

Practiced maneuvers repeated day after day

No change, no novelty, no path astray

Realism and practicality rules the mind

Not a hope for a dream to survive

But enough; I am tired of these clichéd beliefs

Tired of trying to hide what others couldn’t possibly see

Tired of being told by others what I can’t do

Even more tired of telling myself what I can’t achieve

I don’t want to know what may or may not be

Even less bothered am I about whether I will succeed

All I want to do is dare to try

Take a chance, a risk, and hopefully flyta