We think, as we move forward,
Of all the things we have to lose.
We spend so much time worrying of the what if’s.
We are afraid of many things,
Simply because of the status quo.
We fear the night because we can’t see in the dark.
But, how blinded are we when there’s light?
We are so cautious, and for what?
And we ask, and we ask…
Why am I here?
And with each day of routine, of questions, of being cautious,
We lose our imagination and with it all adventure.
We move forward afraid of the dark,
Perhaps because we are afraid of forever closing our eyes.
We move forward standing still, afraid of who knows what.
B. Meza 05/2014