A comfort zone prevents transition

No alteration being made to an ambition

Locked up in a desolated cell

While months turn into years

 

And then they wonder why envy comes

A plague that eliminates all traces of reasoning

Oblivious to the damage that is being made

Pretending that life is a fairytale with endings that are sweet as candy canes

While the crowd outside of their bubble says otherwise

 

Passion doesn’t do any harm

Neither is attempting

It’s like making a garden

Plant the seeds and give them proper care

Watch them grow and eventually bloom

But standing still

With scribbles and stale ingredients

Praying for a hand or two to pick them up

Is not how things work

 

Either find the courage to move forward

Or go backwards instead

Descend from a steep cliff

And witness them fade