Chance starts with a morning.
Maybe today is when waiting ceases?
So many times in your life
When you did the impossible.
When you, in your art, caused a mind to change
Or controlled yourself, when losing control would’ve been understandable.
Your mind is set upon
Your imagination maps out a path between your head, heart, and hands.
You’ve done so much harder, why would this be your downfall?
Fear can be a caring dictator
Or a companion pointing the way.
Chance rises with the morning.
Will you take it?