Don't press

The button sits there, waiting, daring, but not asking.

To press it feels both trivial and monumental, as if the entire world might tilt just slightly.

Maybe it's not about what happens when you press it, but about what it means that you want to.

Is it curiosity, rebellion, or just the quiet human itch to make a mark, however small?

In the end, maybe the button is more patient than you are.