Faced with a big decision,
My thoughts swirl round,
Exploding with light and color,
But what’s real?
Is this an opportunity or an indulgence?
A way of giving back and engaging,
Or a way to set apart, or to stumble?
When is dreaming selfish,
And how can we trust our instincts under pressure?
Who was it that said
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained”?
And what impels and yet repulses about risk?
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