Out there.
It's not filled with traps waiting for you to step outside
It's not a war zone where new experiences are no man's land
Where our curiosity is the very pin to the grenade
Out there is where we were meant to be
Where we were meant to live

The real hazard is comfort
The danger zone where familiar awaits your white flag
Familiar will see you crawl in the mud
Familiar will let you walk out the with the target on your back
It will suffocate you with certainty  
In hopes of making you forget the hysteria that is your mind