Reaching Out

I stretch out my hand into the darkness Afraid of what might be there I wiggle my fingers in the inky black Trying to feel for anything But still afraid of what I might touch Will it be friend or foe I'm not sure for how much longer I can keep my hand out in limbo Afraid of rejection Fearful of acceptance I layed an offer on the table not knowing if you would laugh I hope that you like the idea The one of being there Of being a part of something bigger But what does you being there mean Not for me, but everyone involved Did I make the right decision Or is this a big mistake I guess we'll just let fate be fate