Like a sea of doubts,
You know no direction.
Where'd you mount?
you won't set in motion.

But now it's dark.
And oh, you can't hold back.
You want to move,
Gently and smooth.

On this path comes danger.
But there's a look on your face.
You are yet to waiver.
You continue with pace.

Like a distant reality,
It seems far-fetched, overly.
But it beckons.
Indeed, it comes.

You may fall.
You may answer the glorious call.
But you are here.
And danger is there.



Uche