A poem which describes what it's like to be full of "what ifs". Should I go and follow the flow? Or should I stay and let my opportunity slip away? Should I leave and stop being naive? Or should I stay and let others lead the way? Should I walk away and bid my farewell? Or should I stay and halt wondering where my dreams dwell? Should I depart and let fate takes it part? Or should i remain and forever long for the ship that has sailed? Should I run and chase liberty? Or should I turn around and forever ask why? And if life is but a harbor of uncertainty. Can this haven be equaled to infinity? Is it my downfall despite every try? Or is it another trap to keep me from soaring high?