"Chance";

Like a beacon of light,

Lures me in

' 

I wish to pursue what I see

Yearning for a possibility

To be freed

At last

 '

Akin to fireflies

I see it blinking

On and off

 '

Unsure

I lurk in the shadows

Waiting for the right moment

To cleave on to it

 '

All I see is darkness

Darkness and darkness

 '

Narrowing my gaze

My eyes catch that one firefly

Companionless

Blinking

On and off

' 

Pleased

I tiptoe around

To get hold of it

' 

I wave my hands

Where I thought

I saw it

 '

But all I felt

Was

Empty air

'

I lost my chance

To cling on to "chance"

While I stood in the shadows

Waiting for the right moment.

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There is no such thing as a right moment

You see a "chance"

Grab on to it;

Don't look sideways

And fritter away your time

When another one has a greater chance

To get hold of that

 '

Both of you are deserving of "Chance"

'

But the one who wins

Is not the one who caught it;

The winner

Is the one who fights

For this so called

"Chance".

 
***

 ©VioletEden