A stagnant life is boring,
Be it happy or sad.
It's difference that we're craving,
Be it good or bad.
What would anyone choose?
Some adventure in life.
Or to stay put and brood,
And mope all the time.
So we set out on a journey,
To get to that point on the road,
Where we can take a turn,
And morph into something more.
By getting rid of things unwanted,
And things that weigh us down.
Maybe if we start now,
We'll get there by sundown.
But it's been days for some,
Months for more.
Years for me.
And we still walk down this road.
We've drowned in shallow puddles,
Burnt ourselves with a tiny candle.
We got lost in the woods,
We thought we could handle.
More than once we try to go back,
To how it was before.
We're scared because it's dark ahead,
And behind us, lies what we know.
We walk on through an endless maze,
Almost, as if we're going in circles.
To find comfort in this sudden change,
That's left us clueless and troubled.
And finally we reach there,
The turning point of our lives.
We thought that this was when the change would start,
But it had already happened, right before our eyes.
The day we chose to step out of that door,
Was when we started to change.
Although now we're beaten, bruised and sore,
We should be proud of what we've attained.
Looking back, we see where we started.
That used to be our comfort zone.
We've changed and that too for the good,
Shouldn't we be open to change, a little more?
But we just got comfortable,
We can't leave now!
The very idea of change,
Still scares us somehow.
~LonelyComets
7.04.18
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