It's out there.
I know it is.
It's out there knocking at my door.
I want to open the door and welcome it.
I want it to take me wherever the wind blows us.
But the voices tell me to slam the door shut.
They say there's nothing out there for you.
I yearn for it
I hear it out there
It's throwing pebbles at my window for me to come out
I want to give in.
I look back
Think of what can happen
But I need to sneak away
No matter what the consequences can be
Adventure is out there.
It's telling me let's go.
I got to jump out
I just got to
It's calling out for me
You're going to miss out
So it says
YOU ARE READING
Just Fine
Poetry"Fine doesn't mean fine. The scale goes: great, good, okay, not okay, I hate you, fine" - Max Black, Two Broke Girls
