It's the risk we choose to take everyday

We believe in our legs to support our weight as we rise each morning
That the water will miraculously flow with the simple twist of the wrist
That the time is kept safe within it's plastic casing, hoping it doesn't deceive

But it is easily broken, imperfectly repaired.

We hope our blood doesn't reveal itself on our face when we'd otherwise hide
That our mouths will keep the secrets of our hearts sacred
That the investments we lovingly place on others won't bankrupt us

But it's easily lost, never fully rediscovered.

And yet it's the risk we willingly choose to take.