That moment of joy,
The fun that follows,
The mode of celebration,
Hardly a hint of sorrow.
An air of uncertainty,
Like a string full of knots,
Or maybe a song without notes,
A story with a weak plot.
A lurr, an oversight,
And yet a feeling of unknown fear,
Hearts beating, sometimes too loud,
Experiencing life, all while getting there.
That feeling of love, and being loved,
That feeling of care, and caring too much,
An attempt to attempt, and then attempting again,
A last, and then another last, and yet giving a ‘LAST CHANCE’ AGAIN.