gravitational pull

just like the tides in the sea. it comes and go. now and then.
im afraid to put my feet in.
will i sink. or will i sail.
procrastinations silence me. doubts froze me. and fear riped me.
as i tried to look far. my presbyopic sight failed me.
but
there is this side of me that reminds me to go.
i need to embrace impediments. cross over. to reach the site of utopia.
just like,
when the waves of tide come. im carried up.
and when they recede, im calm again.
over time. muscles of my mind grow.
till then i'll realise.

if only opportunity cost doesnt exist. if only.