we’ll never know

what’s around the corner

but that doesn’t stop us

from trying to peek.

we consult our inner prophets,

moodbrewing worst case scenarios

like cheap wine,

all too easily

storing them in the

mudshadowed stretches of our mind,

creating ticking trojan horses

that ambush nearby thoughts,

imposing black edged boundaries

until we’re consumed by

fear-strained cocktails of doubt

that swirl blazing red stop signs

into roads less traveled

+ the frightening freefall of chance.

it’s finally time

to break the siege

currently held by

the oppressive oracles of our inhibitions

instead of driving ourselves mad

by speculating in the

confining currency of cants