The thrill of opportunity has opened the door,
But I know opportunity has deceived me before.
I cannot see the view from here ground,
but trees limbs look weak and unsound.

Should I just travel to the town
and take a look around
experience the sound
and live unbound.

I am unsure,
so I lay my head upon the hard floor,
and watch the day become no more,
and wonder what tomorrow has in store.

For maybe opportunity will call once more.