Every level

Decisions to drift away
Decisions to stay
Every level
Of decision is a shovel
That removes the doubt
Gives hope
Erases fear
And shreds my doubts
Into pieces

One act of generosity
A teeny bit of care
Shakes me a bit
Leaves to wonder
If I didn't go yonder
I think it's there
But to think is no
Certainty
To think is no
Conclusion

Is there a chance?
Do I deserve....
A chance?
Or is it my imagination?
Or maybe hallucination?
Is there any hope?
Do I pursue.....
Maybe I should rescind

Every level
Every level within reach
Gives me two ideas;
Backing out or trying out
He knows the beat of my heart
He understands the heat
Of confusion that projects
Itself against
Rises against
The hope
The urge
And the faith
That I have gathered
Realising it could be you
Yet afraid you might to requite 
My love

God is creating magnets
Maybe I'm the iron
Who Cares!
His magnets must be
Iron-specific
Because I choose one
Forgetting that every level
Pushes me to
Divert or converge 
At one particular point
That leads me wondering