Holding

To hold is to lose,

To lose is to gain

In the necessity of sight,

A blur of mind

A rebuke, straight to the heart

The place from whence blood flows

Only wishing it’s the last dance

Free at last

A momentary opportunity

High upside optionality

Only arriving,

upside down

All smiles and trembling

Grumbling and mumbling,

Fumbling all the way

What do we have?

Why do we have what we have?

Are we certain we have what we think we have based on why we think we have what we believe we have?

Just thoughts

Some worth it

Some throttle

Albeit we live to know