I could take the chance of struggling in the heat,
or lay peacefully in my room .
I could take the chance of learning a new venture,
or be safe in my comfort zone.
I could take the chance of speaking my point out ,
or let it puzzle my mind for long.
I could take the chance of doing what I like,
or accepting what life enforced.
I could take the chance of being who am I ,
or masquerade still for the world.
I could take the chance to live by my choices,
or succumb to what I am asked to.
I could take the chance of flying free and facing the odds,
or live cosily in that golden cage.
I could take the chance of letting my soul breathe,
or wait until my existence ends.
I could take the chance of pushing my limits up ,
or live happily with what I think I’m endowed with.
I could take the chance and meet a new face ,
or snuggle my emotions up in protection.
I could take the chance to travel and scream out of joy ,
or be dreaming of that in my nutshell.
I could take the chance of being the wrong yet me,
or fake out and be right.
I could take the chance of doing all this and resonate my happiness with smiles around,
or keep wondering ,”I wish ,I had”.
I could take the chance of living this life up
or wait for yet another one in fear of judgement.
And lastly I could take the chance of penning all this down,
or let these thoughts bewilder my mind.
For life is not about the chances we were given , it’s about the chances we didn’t take…