Safety is a Prison

It is only safe to get out

if you are getting out your credit card

said the Excuse with something to sell

yes I need to be safe

I repeated as I turned down another opportunity to go

stay inside

if you know what’s good for you

said the Excuse that was grasping for power

yes I need to stay healthy

I repeated as I sat

drinking beer before the pornovision

(at least I wasn’t out working in the garden)

beware of anyone who challenges your opinions

and asks you uncomfortable questions

said the Excuse determined to preserve it’s superior position

yes I must censor them

I repeated as sank deeper into the couch of my comfort

(my condition was so great that I needed to use censorship to preserve it)

and nine years later

I found myself overweight and alone

waiting for a bypass

and ten years later

I saw my neighbor

smiling on the cover of the newspaper

with the opportunity I could have had back then

and I couldn’t help but wonder

what would have happened if I had embraced a little danger

I was busy keeping myself safe for something

which is why I was so happy to do nothing

and all those Excuses promised that if I gave them my time then

someday my time would come

but now I realize that the time I could have done something with is gone