Existing In The Uncertainty

Somewhere between asleep and waking
Somewhere between the question and reply
The world keeps turning without asking
Another door clicks shut outside

The screen lights up with maybe
Another thread to pull or let go

Existing in the uncertainty

Capable hands, tied decisions
Every answer waiting permission
A cage made of maybes

Watching the game from inside
Every outcome in view
All the moves clear to see
But the board belongs to someone else

Two paths split ahead
One leads somewhere
One leads somewhere else
Both look the same from here

Maybe this time the answer comes
Maybe this time the choice is clear
But the world keeps turning without asking
And you're still standing in the hall
Between the question
And the door