Craving Change

Routine is a warm blanket around my shoulders,

It is comforting.

I, warm in its embrace.

Then it becomes a straitjacket.

Keeping me bound by monotony,

The weight pulling me through each day

Repeating day after day after day.

Monotony is comfort.

The routine is stable.

Yet, when I have too much,

I crave change.

I crave the excitement of adventure

The embarking of journeys

The discovery of discoveries

Until I leave the warm embrace of my blanket.

Then, I am rigid.

Cold and untethered,

Blowing away with the breeze,

Gazing at the trees,

Envious of their peaceful roots.

A tree does not wish to move.

Its roots run deep and steadfast.

Unshaken by the repetition

Unbothered by the repetition

Unshaken by the repetition

Unbothered by the repetition

Unfazed by the repetition

Unshaken by the repetition

Unaware of the repetition.

I wonder—

When did I become aware?

Was it while I was floating in the sea?

Did the monotony break me?

Did seeing the sunrises,

And the sunsets

And the sunrises,

And the sunsets

And the sunrises,

And the sunsets

And the sunrises…

Upset?

Was the balance tipped forever?

Does the comfort —

The peace—

The tranquility—

The ease—

Does it ever come back to me?

Or is it like leaves on a tree?

Once broken away,

Now free?

Carried away with the wind,

Never to be rooted again?

The cycle replays,

Every number of days.

I enjoy my life.

My love causes no strife,

He is warm, and just, and true.

When I am red, he is blue.

He calms and soothes my soul,

And the routine lessens its toll.

My rhythm finds its beat,

As the craving retreats.

Why do I desire change?

These are not chains.

My fears are fleeting

With every sweet greeting

Hello, my love,

Thank the stars above,

Between my sunsets and sunrises

That’s where our love centralizes.

There is no need to journey,

There is no need to embark,

There is no need to discover,

Because he knows my heart.

Whether we are together for the sunrises,

Or away when the sunsets,

He always recognizes.

The craving for change resets—

And my needs are always met.