Poemas

On and off
always changing,
disappearing,
and sometimes,
unexpectedly showing.

Chilling on the chances,
evaluating any look,
sometimes afraid of losing
and many others just lighting.

Opening doors
and feeling the breeze,
annoyingly perfect,
uncertainly fine.

Some chances are worthy
others are  just tricky.
It’s hard to decide…
to go
or to run.

There are some lights 
that I never want to turn off.