On the outside

On the outside looking in..
seems that's where I've always been.

Taking risks feels like a sin,
gamblers almost never win.

Though longing for the warmth inside,
I choose to run away and hide.

Doubt and fear still override
love that surges like the tide.

A boat tossed on an angry sea,
I flounder, wandering aimlessly..

Wondering if I'll chance to see
other souls adrift like me.

Gamblers almost never win,
taking risks feels like a sin.

Seems that's where I've always been..
on the outside, looking in.