With sweaty palms and racing heart...
Not always willing, from the known to part...
New beginnings walking into that not known...
Will it be good?... Will it be accident-prown...
Most will never sit down at this table, to feast...
Like a child be scared, the new, like a beast...
Staying in a comfort zone, always so save...
Missing all the turns, on the road that's pave...
Sharpen senses, from that zone to move...
Bring the new unexpected, to self it prove...
Learning, seeing, acting, growing the range...
Now at ease, my heart, wanting change...
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