It's Time

All of you
Play-it-safers
And
Creatures of the comfort
Of the familiar,
It's time.

Time to let go,
To loosen your grasp
On the life that was never meant for you,
The life that your heart never
Drifted to in its musings.

Time to start seeing the world in technicolor
And dive into those colors,
To paint your world brightly,
Mixing new hues, uniquely you,
Creating a masterpiece
The world has never seen.

Time to let your curiosity,
Who's been flashing his crooked little smile,
Get the best of you
And question those things
You didn't expect to want to know.

Time to listen to the voice within,
That sings of the beauty of your passion
And silence those without,
Who harshly scream of what you ought-to-do.

Time to stop buying into
The 'supposed-to's' and
The Fall-Back-On-Plans
Because soon,
You'll find it's years later
And have nowhere to fall from.

**A piece created by pulling bits from poems past and present**