Comfort Zone
She always said there was a simple choice
To be made each and every morning
When waking out of easy sleep
Her heavy dreams untroubled
By any prickles of anxiety
To lie in tangled bedclothes
Lazy with the feeling that all is well
Comfortable with easy thoughts
About the well-worn path of the day ahead
Merely coasting
Through the normal routines
Along the daily groove of habit
And the same old, same old
But then she thought there was another way -
The stringent spirit of adventure
To step outside oneself
And take the plunge
Without anticipation
By diving into the hard, cold water
Of novelty, of originality
And face up to something scary
That uneasy feeling of standing near the edge
The fierce wind blasting from below
A rising vortex of danger
Nerves taut and jangling
With the sheer exhilaration
Of knowing that we’re really alive
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2015
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