A Series of Observations

When push comes to shove, who will I be?

Will I take that next step, will I soon get to see?

When push comes to shove, we are shown who we are.

And each step thereafter, it feels so bizarre.

To walk in a world, that at each point I create.

When at every turn, I try not to hate.

It’s a delicate balance, it takes so much care.

But when push comes to shove, I am certain to dare,

To dream, to believe, to love, and create.

For when push comes to shove, I will make my own fate.