When did I become this?
So usual?
So predictable?
So same?
When did life start living me?
Instead of me living my life?
Each day blending into the other like the one before
Vanilla
Plain
Same
I suppose it’s not a bad thing that it does
There is a rhythm I can count on
A cadence
Reliability
Words I like to hear.
But this
This everydayness
This repeatable
Rewinding
To replay type of life
Is not what I bargained for.
I’m going to inject some change
Some play
Some random
Out of left field-ness into my days.
Just enough to make we stretch
Grow
And enjoy life my way.
I hope I like what I’m about to do
There are no guarantees
But at least it will be what I chose.
Bye bye reasonable comfort
Hello, only God knows!