My Life Arrow, sitting still on a pivot,
Sticks out at a 45 degree angle into the sky
I hesitate over the the mid-point,
Half step shorter from the pivot
Thinking thousand of ”what-ifs”
From which my thoughts finally
Converge into a simple pair:
If I take one more step up,
The Arrow will rotate and drop,
heading to the dirt below.
But if I stop my journey there
And stay on this end of the pivot,
The Arrow will keep pointing up, forever.