No Change, No Future

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


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