What is your scope
How far can you jump
How much are you willing to gamble for this?
Every time the dice is rolled
When it falls on a flawed face
and it rocks or wavers
Till the boat feels like sinking
My head feels messed up
And I wonder if faith is enough
To take a chance
grazing in the possibility of losing
The gold coins in my hands.
Someone before me
and the person before that someone
sacrificing their change
that I could be abundant
Yet I create a glitch
When I don’t learn
From glories I learnt in braille.
But now I’m in that uncomfortable place
Where the consequence of
gold coins or the absence thereof
Could either way potentially send a bullet
So to hurt or be hurt.
Those before me selflessly chose to be hurt
Should I follow precedent
Or should I be reckless and progressive?
I almost appreciate
How they can be selfless
I know how to do it
The bigger question is
Which option can I live with
To hurt and walk away injured knowing you hurt?
Or be hurt and stay knowing you could have walked away injured?
This is the dilemma of the gold coins
Like you put a dollar in a slot machine
And see if you’d hit or miss
Then spend five hundred more hours
Wondering about the alternatives
Of what could have been.