An endless stream of possibility
Flows on before me. Do I dare step in?
Am I confident I can begin
In some assurance of a surety
Of a success? Can I imagine me
Plunging in the waters? Would I spin
Out of control? I have no fin,
No stabilizer. I could easily
Be lost inside the river, flowing on
Without my influence or any hope
That I could find my way. Is such a chance
A reason not to do it? Could I cope
With such a thing? If not, all hope is gone
Of joy or virtue, comfort or romance.
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