Waiting for a Change

To wake up every morning
And to be the same
A routine that is comforting
And yet unsurprisingly inane!


Excitements last
Not for long
But do we want downs
To prolong?

We create dramas
Mountains out of molehills
Storms in teacups
Performing the drill again and again

Caught in the trap
Of our own repeitive thoughts
Escape more scary
Than the ravings and the rants

Some pleasure we seek
Even if it is weak
Joy in the pain
But nothing to gain

Is this what
We long for?
Stretching our breath
On and on?

Fighting battles
With mind and body
Snatching but
Brief victory?

Thinking every turn
Will bring about a change
Every hill we climb
Will take us to a higher plane

Only to slide back into
The comforting routine
Thanking God
For small mercies.