Things Fall

Perhaps something good will happen, but perhaps something won't. I'm not in a position to take control or complain if the train goes off track. Things fall apart and I'm semi-prepared to accept it and leave it alone.
Things might fall together-perhaps this is it with a bit of guilt sprinkled on top, but they say you know when you know...and I'm pretty sure I know.
Does the other?
Perhaps they do, but they are wrapped in a comfortable vintage fur blanket and so why would they face the cold uncertain? Why, when you have this and don't want to risk that? I'm going to have to go with the flow and separate myself from the part of me that wants to instigate and urge- there is nothing that is up to me anymore. This is now a one sided game involving an odd number.
You're right, this is something I'm going to have to deal with on my own and that no one else can predict or help me with. Just promise you'll be there when things fall apart.