The past scoops me up
and hovers over the depths of my emotions,
drawing the lines of reactions
and taking me closer to undoubted results.
Experience guides me,
ever reminding me of times gone by
and luring me only
to predictable things to come
somehow holding me captive,
allowing no room for wreck less chance
How comfortable, the familiar
How foolish the secret desire
to venture into the strangeness
of new surroundings.
Yet, change it proactive
A misty glimpse of things anticipated
but not yet reality calls to me,
causing the stirring of the unfamiliar
to quicken my spirit,
leaving me gently shaken,
wanting more
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