If I write what I feel, will the heat of my anger
Flow through the pen and set fire to the page?
If I run, will I know when, or how, to stop running?
Or, if I'm fighting, when to disengage?
If I sing, will the pitch of my music keep climbing
'Til stained glass has shattered and eardrums have burst?
If I dance, will it be like an old-time death-frenzy?
As hard as I work, will my riches be cursed?
If I paint, how much chaos will clutter the canvas?
Can one scrub their way to the South China Sea?
If I let myself go, drop the reins a split second,
What trouble will follow the part that runs free?