Why Didn't I Dance on The Edge

Why Didn't I Dance on the Edge?

Looking back, remembering where the path
turned right instead of left
out of fear or lack of sight;
there lies a looming question.
I may never know the answer,
but in the middle of a sleepless night
I wonder where I might be
if I'd boldly taken chances
and danced closer to the edge.

Taking chances was not in my mind.
Status quo had so intertwined
my soul into it's grasp,
I did not even ask, "What if?" or "Why?"

A sad smile crosses my lined face;
youth no longer shines in my eyes.
Nothing can erase choices made;
regret awards me no prize.
There's no reviving languished dreams,
they lie deep within their grave
a dark testament of missed chances.
My soul no longer dances.