Chances

Always running, in almost everywhere;
sometimes noticeable, sometimes hiding,
nobody knows,
where will chances appear, next.


The visit comes,
during the yawn, during the mourn;
never when it's expected for,
too long.

Before the great manifesto,
be it a heavenly message
or dead note;
remains a myth.

Til,
one takes it.

Taking it,
requires, more than a nod;
asks, for more than a promise;
it, looks for courage.

Courage, that shields one
from the disappointing future.

Ends the long anticipation, in boldness;
run after it,
chase it,
stop it,
taste it,
champion it;
before it vanishes.

For,
this is the moment.