Routines breed monotony
But are a virtue in their own right
A security blanket they provides,
Fostering a sense of belonging.
By virtue of which, I feel grounded.
Repeatedly imply a life being lived.
Change I feel I need, and, variety
today I crave. Risk averse I am to try
‘Surrender’, feigning irritation, I sigh.
And I move on, with a heavy heart!