What ifs, maybes, and what could be,
rarely let you actually see,
what is waiting around the bend,
pleasure, pain or  a sudden end.

Speculation can paralyze,
freeze your body, but move your eyes,
staring back and forth, down and up,
anxiety and fear, on your soul will sup.

Worked into a frothy panic,
can turn downward or end up manic,
lost in a fog of possibilities,
with no map, just a forest of trees.

Each leaf and limb a choice to make,
which ones to leave, which ones to break,
with each choice, lies consequence,
so decide, use uncommon sense.

Made decisions now on the other side,
you come upon another divide,
how to cross what if I fall,
a steady stream of answering the call.