Sometimes I wish we could trade all this
Creativity
Uncertainty
Wonder
In for
Just a minute,
Just a minute of surety.
Just for that ounce
Of certainty.
Certainty
Like a drug for the
Hopeful.
Certainty that these
Dreams
Will prevail.
Certainty that these
Hopes
Won't disappoint.
Certainty that this
Fellow
Will stay
And those what-if's
Will be silenced.
Certainty
Costs everything,
Demands everything,
Takes everything.
Addictive,
This surety.
Some days,
I'd trade all my words,
All my imagination,
Just for a glimpse that
This risk
These risks
This hope
Will pay off
Won't disappoint.
Some days I'd give everything
Just to know
The ending.
Risk is terrifying.
The end is uncertain.
But if I give up this risk,
Even for a second,
For the fast rush of
Certainty,
Maybe I'll lose it all.
Maybe I'll be hooked
On safety.
And suddenly these risks
Aren't risks.
They're sure things.
And sure things never
Changed the world,
Created,
Wondered,
Changed me.
Maybe certainty isn't worth it.
Maybe this achy-chest,
Short-breath feeling,
This terror-soaked anticipation,
This hope-it-all-works-out dreaming,
Maybe these risks
Are the crux of creativity
Maybe they're what
Keeps us alive.
May my desire for certainty die.
Keeping my hope dangerous and alive.
