Just outside Adventure Boulevard
Is a place to walk alone
It's a spit from boredom lane
And it's called the Comfort Zone.
Some have doubted its existence
Called the merry dance a tease
But with lame, steady persistence
Your journey that way leads.
It's down the rabbit’s burrow
And it's off the beaten track
It’s away from all the potholes
Hard to find your true way back.
It's a trip down easy street
It's a measure of success
A mysterious co-ordinate
Between this world and the next.
It’s a wormhole free of dirt and grime
A sterile wonderland
It’s flavour-free
Low calorie
With the soundbite of a mime.
It’s a test for the cartographers
It’s a visit to the beach
It’s a walk in the park
It’s an animal friend
You can’t let off the leash.
It’s handcuffs
Self-imposed restraint
It’s a pit of lost potential
It’s heroine
It’s crack cocaine
It’s a broken glass tangential.
It's how you frame ‘reality’
Your best version of the world
It’s the greedy need for total clarity
That borders on absurd.
It's a plumped-up cushion
And a padded cell
A summit of understanding
It's the closest thing
You’ll find to hell
It’s the stairs upto your landing.
It’s a warm hypnotic couch
With a pillow for your head
Where yearning finally takes its leave
And dreams are put to bed.
It's a box for your uncertainty
A bedrock for your soul
It's a forest filled with fear
It’s the save that stops the goal.
It's a chance to spread your wings
Opportunity in cognito
It’s a space for nice and pleasant things
Where ambition is finito.
It’s Sunday football
It’s shopping at home
It’s modern man’s atrocity
It’s ‘let’s have children’
Maybe they’ll have the guts
To reach escape velocity.
It's the dream of many mortals
But it's a beast with double head
A house of safety, warmth and love
With walls of gingerbread.
It's a positive, wonderful way to die
It's a million useless mantras
It's a warm and cosy place to lie
With a pea under the mattress.
Why not run the gauntlet
Through the gorse of life
Scratch yourself on depravity
Pick its locks
Push its pull
Escape its central gravity.
Reach outside its boundaries
Where banshees scream and wail
And hail and lightning fill the skies
And terror might prevail, or stay
Where atmosphere is constant
In this biogesic dome
In this paradise
This bubble
This terrible land
We call the Comfort Zone.
