chance?

Not being sure isn’t always a bad thing.

It just means that you’re letting yourself drift.

Be it like rocky waves crashing recklessly against pebbled shores,

or like tiny droplets sliding off thorn-edged leaves in the summer haze.

I take pride in being crazy-curious.

Oil that drives a motor to efficiency floats just above the perspiration that puddles between my fingers.

Curiosity doesn’t work my gears,

but boy does it drive the countless ‘what ifs’ riding my train of thought.

Trapped in-between routines and familiarity, I always try to escape.

And I think you should too.

I mean, what could go wrong?