Snapped

It is purely
   a curiosity
   a blurry inkling
     of a daydream
        from words that may have only
             been flippantly spoken.

Nothing may ever happen.
Nothing may ever amount to anything.

I’m not even sure
   if I would want it
        or be good at it.

But if
   the opportunity were there,
     wouldn’t it at least
          be worth looking into?

If the prospect existed,
     would it
     could it
        drastically change things?

Would the
           possibility pros
      outweigh the
           logistical cons
   of what I might have to give up?

Though intriguing,
               I may be getting ahead
     of myself.

But the curiosity
   has a strength
     that is not easily snapped
                 or even bent.