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Array ( [sid] => 154434 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Comfort Zone [time] => 2009-10-26 07:28:22 [hometext] => This is sort of a 'to hell with trying to change things' write [bodytext] => Comfort Zone

I won't look back anymore for fear The Fear is near, infinitely scrambling, it musn't persevere, and no I don't revere the fact all this is real, it is my life, that, I did not create but most certainly destroyed, like a childs toy, a broken toy appears to be fine but when you give it a wind it plays coy and is just a broken toy,

I won't look up anymore and pray to an invisible man we all are supposed to fear, communism of the mind saves noone; and maybe years ago if I'd have known that these winds would have blown I'd have etched my beliefs in stone so that I may be persecuted, the loved, the one who could strike down from above,

I won't look down anymore even though I have beautiful footwear because focus on the groundspeed below is painful, cold, a lot of hurt goes by unnoticed in times like these and believe you me, not a neck has been strengthened, or a smile brightened by looking straight down, staring at the ground and this is where I dwell most because of my ambitionless life's host,

Sooo I've decided in my comfort zone are to the side and ahead, that occasionally I should check, so I can make sure noone is hitching a ride, a ride with me into nowhere because it is too late for reparation and I really don't mind that I'll never make more than 12 bucks an hour as long as I don't make other lives sour, I can carry my weight because it's not a large freight and I want to love and marry you girl but I'm scared to the bone that I'll never get out of this comfort zone...
© 2003 Robert Konys... (All rights reserved) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 133 [topic] => 61 [informant] => JadedHeadieKid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
Comfort Zone

Contributed by JadedHeadieKid on Monday, 26th October 2009 @ 07:28:22 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



Comfort Zone

I won't look back anymore for fear The Fear is near, infinitely scrambling, it musn't persevere, and no I don't revere the fact all this is real, it is my life, that, I did not create but most certainly destroyed, like a childs toy, a broken toy appears to be fine but when you give it a wind it plays coy and is just a broken toy,

I won't look up anymore and pray to an invisible man we all are supposed to fear, communism of the mind saves noone; and maybe years ago if I'd have known that these winds would have blown I'd have etched my beliefs in stone so that I may be persecuted, the loved, the one who could strike down from above,

I won't look down anymore even though I have beautiful footwear because focus on the groundspeed below is painful, cold, a lot of hurt goes by unnoticed in times like these and believe you me, not a neck has been strengthened, or a smile brightened by looking straight down, staring at the ground and this is where I dwell most because of my ambitionless life's host,

Sooo I've decided in my comfort zone are to the side and ahead, that occasionally I should check, so I can make sure noone is hitching a ride, a ride with me into nowhere because it is too late for reparation and I really don't mind that I'll never make more than 12 bucks an hour as long as I don't make other lives sour, I can carry my weight because it's not a large freight and I want to love and marry you girl but I'm scared to the bone that I'll never get out of this comfort zone...
© 2003 Robert Konys... (All rights reserved)




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Re: Comfort Zone (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 15th June 2019 @ 01:55:47 PM AEST
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Well expressed!


Re: Comfort Zone (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 11th September 2020 @ 01:54:54 PM AEST
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ditto again




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