With every fiber, I move,

shuffling feelings as an orchestra

moves through concert pieces;

each page is different,

danger is splashed in each note,

the words are red with risk.

You, however, stay rooted

playing the same tunes,

singing the same lyrics,

in different arrangements,

with different moods

because taking risks

puts you out of your comfort zone.

What kind of musician are you

if you find that even your own feet

grow tired of dancing

to the same- your same old tunes?

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