Poetry

Comfort Zone (#435)

Can you hear me complain and moan?
It’s all because I’m out of my comfort zone,
Little did I know, my zeal had me snowed,
My common sense was in another zip code,
Like a train barreling down a closed track,
From this point, there’s no turning back,
Have I bitten off more than I can chew?
Hell, that’s something I wish that I knew,
I’m both excited and scared I must confess,
How did I get myself into this sticky mess?
As society likes to say, “What will be will be,”
Did I mess up big this time? I guess we’ll see.

Any Thoughts?

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