Windows Of Opportunity
I caught a glimpse of a window of opportunity, from the corner of my eye.
My community, with arrogant impunity, dismissed it as a lie.
"Beware!" they said, all knowingly, "all that glisters is not gold."
Yes, they quoted Willie Shakespeare's words, to keep me in the fold.
Surely they misunderstood the nature of my objective, that which I was looking for?
But their invective, although increasingly defective, well it hurt me to my core.
How could they try to hold me back, to block my exploration
Of a world so nearly visible. It filled me with frustration!
I'll bide my time, and wait for the perfect moment to make my bid for freedom.
For they'll foment, use arguments oh so cogent, to maintain the fragile fiefdom.
I know it will be difficult to break away these chains and ties.
They have been so like a family, notwithstanding all the lies.
So here I am carefully constructing my defences. I'll need them, and then some,
But no pretences, no matter how intense is the attack that's sure to come.
This time it will be different, I'll show courage and stand firm,
Then take my first unfettered step, you'll no longer see me squirm.
But I'm not ready yet, to embark upon this journey. I feel so very much alone.
No defence attorney, to shield me from those who'd burn me. Must I do it on my own?
Was it truth I glimpsed through that fleeting window? How can I be sure of that?
"You can't! But discover it you will, when it comes your turn to bat!"
Is it evil, this constant internal conversation that flows inside my head?
Such consternation, and fearful trepidation, what is it that I dread?
But now I see, I should've realised before, the answer's very neat.
Without that flow I'm merely half a man, but with it I'm complete.
Please listen up, my future partners in discovery. I'm truly on my way.
I'm in recovery. At last I've found the whole of me, and the balance to defray
The curse of indecision, which stymied me in doubt.
I thought that I was looking in, now I know I'm looking out.
