twenty eight.
you see far too clearly
all the fear that exists.
you calculate the probability
for failure to take
the win away.
your eyes welling
with tears already
before you even start.
but all the while i can see
an opposing force,
a little spark,
pulling you,
telling you
to just stop
thinking so much,
to just see
the littlest glimmer
of all that is possible.