Maybes and Hedged Bets

Look again where you did hesitate

Look close at your regrets

Check all that you refused to risk

Because you hedged your bets

Take note of how you let you down

Take stock of what you lost

Remember that the only way to win

Is to risk what you have not

Next time that you say maybe

Closely analyze the odds

Make sure to weigh regret

Times three or maybe more

When opportunity is gone again

She may burn that motherfucking door

How’s the Weather?

The day threatened to swelter

The night took one step back

I was crying at the kitchen sink

Too hot and tired to pray

The dogs lay on the cool tile floor

Napping to the beat

My heart started to crumble

Nothing ventured down the hall

“Babe” echoed and resounded

I fell apart and gained

There is no sorrow quite just like

What came in with the rain

I’m shrinking from the spotlight

Fleeing back against the wall

I could bloom here very nicely

Purple petals waving gently

Too many eyes can see me

And I’m fastened to the floor

If I move my arms just right

Can I fly away again

Just myself and twinkling stars

In a vacuum isolated

Snuggled deep inside a comfort zone

I could sleep while they all waited

But the moment shouldered past

My fears and hesitations

The dishes now are drying

Wrung from their moisture laden faces

A little ocean settling

From a stormy perturbation

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