(Poem) until the final curtain call

hesitation floods the mind
indecision rattles around
as the sounds of expectation
drive the lines which leave my mouth

it’s all going south
what am I doing
where am I going

there’s no way of knowing
when the heart meets the ground
there’s no sense in slowing
when the only way forward is down

so take a bow
the show must go on
and onwards we shall

until the final curtain call
we fall through trepidation
in search of visions to summon
sensations profound
so the heart may beat loud
before the soul drowns