Entry Into the Unknown

August 19, 2010
Never before was I concerned,
my skin was always free of burns.

Kept in my spun cocoon, was I alone and ever in wonder
of all the things that were changing.

Doesn't it seem an alien idea? Change, I mean.
No one admits defeat of their life, or job, or comfort. They deny it until their throats are raw from the effort
to deter change.
Over, under, over, under;

Never sideways.
Don't go through with it; get cold feet.

When nothing changes,
Boredom ensues.

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Mars said...
Sept. 15, 2010 at 2:01 pm
Fabulous!  So thought provoking and inspiring all at the same time.  Loved it!
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