Convenience or lacking will?

In times like these

When work is sparse and will is lacking

I ponder in the yesteryears

For that missed opportunity

The lurking passion which is still latent

to maybe a more complete me?

Did I miss it,

Or it never came?

Or it came and knocked all over me

But declared me incompetent for the passage?

Maybe I settled for a bargain

Retained my life to be spared of an adventure

Who risks what one prizes, especially with the trade is not clear?

So there it is

I did choose a life of convenience

And with it longings that gnaws my soul

Will I live like this forever?

Maybe

Maybe not

Maybe this time

I  wont miss the bus :)