can I dare to step away,
step down.
can I bare to,
give up, to allow.

Do I fade- an old photograph of long lost love and unmet expectation?
Do I rage- passion spewed and spent, no more than futile masturbation?

If, when running ahead, I forget to glance behind, whose fingers do I miss?
extended, waiting to grasp
If I walk behind, what alley goes unexplored in the effort to compromise?
hidden, waiting to be walked

At forty three decisions must be made, alleys undiscerned or hands unclasped,
but which can I bare