When words fail me

It's better not to think, of the things that could be, might be, may be. A positive light may have been shed upon me, but right at the back comes the ever pulling sense of doubt, if this is the one, if this is what I want.   Many times it's the differences that makes something a little more special than the other, or is this a sentence of comfort to help steer me in the direction for what I may want to believe in? Take it one step at a time, who knows what the future may hold? But one thing's for certain, this ain't the moment.