backwards looking forward

the future excites me

but it also scares the fuck out of me

for it’s quite fun to dream

about all those little what-ifs

and could-haves

and all the things yet to do

in a future that’s not carved in stone

but i still need the notches

as a leverage to hold on

and life is handing me the chisel now

i wonder if i would take it

or let my fear get the better of me

and take the plunge

as i let myself simply fall

even though i know fully well that

i couldn’t fly.

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