An irresistible yearning to explore the unseen?
The treacherous waters that others have crossed,
Over there, just an arm’s length away; far, but near.
It’s deep, it’s dangerous, it looks ominous.
I’m safe, I’m protected, I’m content.
The Deep Side is for the Adventurers, the Explorers, the Brave.
I’m none of the above. Not now, anyway.
I’m safe where I am.
Here, in my world that’s shallow, controlled and secure.
But that’s never enough, is it?
Contentment is only temporary… We’re never satisfied.
There’s always the desire for something more, something exciting.
A thirst that no amount of money can quench.
The Deep Side dwells, calm and indifferent.
It beckons with its evident lack of interest.
It turns its back on me, callous,
In a way I cannot reciprocate.
What pulls you apart, from your safe nest?
What tugs at your heart, calls you a coward?
What new goals have you found to wreck your peace?
What unsatisfied longing gives you sleepless nights?
What is your Deep Side?