About the new, the scary, and the engulfing!

Minions! My ever brimming patches of thought, I come to you in guises. Sometimes the perplexing doesn't lie in uncharted territories beyond our lines, sometimes it is dropped smack in the middle of our supposedly known, sometimes it squashes all the granted, and sometimes it leaves us there static with a half extended arm, half withdrawing heart and a fully bustling mind! Like a starry black sphere of questions in the middle of my lush green, it mocks "safety", because sometimes we can't know with poking, looking, smelling or touching.. sometimes we have to venture. Minions, bridge my gaps so we know, and promise to mend when we do... it is with resolute faith in you that I shun control...