There is something I’ve wanted my entire life,
and the moment has come, and I have to ask for it.
If I don’t get what I ask for
I will have a momentary pinch and I will thrive.
If I don’t muster the courage to ask,
that pinch will become a pang of indefinite length
of which I will survive.
I’d rather thrive.
If I ask, no matter what the answer,
I will be more alive.
Oh yes, alive.