Uncomfortably comfortable   (Read 449 times)

I wake and cringe knowing that I will again wish a third of my day away
Time passes, eyes open day after day wishing it to be over
On a long enough line I know that I am wishing a third of my life away
But to depart is to enter an unknown, a potential return to idleness
 
The unknown that may shake my foundation
It brings a dread that is second only to that at which I cringe as I wake
However, the greater dread is finite, it is meaured and can be counted
The unknown is unknown and time and distance cannot be measured
 
I know that I must leave this that makes me uncomfortably comfortable
It depresses me to know that I have become comfortable on a seat of thorns
Vocalising this gives the universe a clue into my mind
I ask for the strength and opportunity to get off this seat and step into the unknown