Unretained, tight, soft murmurI wonder had I dared a bit moreWould the path beneath me shimmer?With dreams I never exploredBut I linger in the shadow of doubtAfraid to leap, to scream, to shoutCaught in a dance of hesitance this wayWatching opportunities slip awayWatching opportunities slip awayIf I had been braver in that moment's graceWould today be painted in a different embrace?Why am I tethered to this cycle of doubt?Always hesitant, never breaking outIn the silence of my mindContemplationI trace the lines of mischancesEach one a tale of hesitationWhere fear stifled hopeful advancesYet the whispers of regret persistIn the chambers of my heart they listAs I ponder the roads left untrodAnd the dreams that faded buried by the nowIf I had been braver in that moment's graceAnd braver in that moment's graceWould today be paintedIn a different embraceWhy am I tethered to this cycle of doubtAlways hesitantNever breaking outBut in the depths of retrospection's gazeI find the courage to ignite the blazeTo shed the shackles of timidity's graceFor if I dare to be bold in this moment's graceI'll shake tomorrow in a newfound chaseNo longer bound by the grip of doubtCourageous stridesI'll finally shoutIf I had been braver in that moment's graceWould today be paintedIn a different embraceWhy am I tethered to this cycle of doubtAlways hesitantNever breaking outBut in the depths of retrospection's gazeI find the courage to ignite the blazeTo shed the shackles of timidity's graceAlways hesitantTo shed the shackles of timidity's graceAnd embrace the risk release sprayAnd embrace the risk release spray