new used to be exciting
the promise of something
different was tantalizing
but my thoughts aged
new...
exciting...
promise of
something different...
now those only conjure fear
when did exploration change
from excitement to intense dread?
will exploration ever return
with reckless abandon for the outcome?
why is the outcome more important
than the journey?
it should be the time spent
traveling each road that
should command the importance...
deliver life's thrilling excitment...
but fear...
is always around the corner
waiting
waiting
preventing me from
never ever doing...
