Do Not Cross

I am too familiar with comfort.
Too familiar with staying inside already drawn lines.
Iâve always stayed in the path that everyone else has chosen for me,
 never trying to create my own color.
My own twist.
My own footsteps.
You see,
 I was constantly retracing their footprints,
following them to the destination set for me.
 I was a ghost in my own life.
Just there for a small ride,
not really living.
I never understood danger,
because they had safety nets to catch me,
contemplating my every move,
 knowing them better than I even could.
I didnât ask if there was more,
because as far as I was concerned,
this was enough.
 You destroyed that path.
You stood in the way like a boulder,
Like an elephant in the room.
Your eyes lit up like the Forth of July.
You had no cares that they stared in anger,
You didnât move.
 You held yourself in a way I never knew,
leading the way of your own steps,
walking them in rhythm to your favorite song.
You were the danger sign.
The âDo Not Crossâ sign my father warned me about.
You were the bridge burning my designed plans.
 My escape to sanity.
The way you swayed me around the dance floor,
bending me back in a finale,
making my heart race faster,
 brought me to life.
Showed me that no plans at all,
could be more exciting.
The not everything has to be perfect,
none of the best memories were ever planned.
 The path set before me,
vanished over night.
You became a new beginning,
a new road,
and the best thing to ever stand in my way.

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