Plop!!! I fell into the river of nothingness,
I didn’t trip,
I extended my leg,
And Deliberately welcomed my fate.
I realised that the water here is strangely still,
No fishes live here,
Just weeds amassing the entire oxygen.
Suddenly the weeds were growing on me,
As I lay stagnant like the water beneath.
This infinity pool of comfort zone,
Is a region so dead,
Nothing productive ever grows here,
But it’s easy beauty attracts us,
Thus so many of us lay trapped,
The comfort zone making us uncomfortable.