Believing In The "No" Ghost

 

We sit and wonder, then do not try,
Though truth is clear, we live a lie.
A ten percent chance seems just too small,
So we choose comfort, our life forestalled.

It's not the “no” that makes us fall,
But trusting ghosts beyond those walls.
The truth is quiet, steady, near—
But we believe the voice of fear.

 

He sees her smile and thinks she might,
But kills his hope to void the fright.
Not from her—but from the guise,

Feeling fears forged by his lies.

 

He thinks she’ll say, “You’re not enough,”
Though she’s said naught—he feels rebuffed.
He lives the stories no one’s spoke,
Tragedies with no antidotes.

 

These stories come from false beliefs,
Sneaking in like midnight thieves.
Yet not asking, he’s justified—
His mistakes from his own lies.

It's not the “no” that makes us fall,
But trusting ghosts beyond those walls.
The truth is quiet, steady, near—
But we believe the voice of fear.

 

We fold the cards yet unrevealed,
We trade what’s true for what’s not real.
And every “safe” and silent day
Keeps real life one more dream away.

 

But truth is this: the heart that dares
To move through doubt and face the stares
Is free—not by the world’s acclaim—
By checking fear to find it’s lame.

It's not the “no” that makes us fall,
But trusting ghosts beyond those walls.
The truth is quiet, steady, near—
But we believe the voice of fear.