Lingering in the darkness
Shadows move from corner to corner
As the melancholy hum coming from
The familiar kitchen
Gets to be too much to hear.
What would it take
To break apart the usual routine
Into millions of pieces
Caring so little if they ever fit back
The silent killer that is boredom
Makes my skin crawl
Thinking about being in one place
I am not made of heavy material.
I was not made to be sit among
I would rather live a short but adventurous life
Than a prolonged one
filled with already knowing
What’s coming next.