I sit here alone and wonder at the things that could be.
Watching the people as they pass me by,
I do not wonder at them or their lives
Or what they might be thinking.
Only at how they feel about this great wheel of life.

Life seems so monotonous, every day the same as the last.
Repetition is my song and it is my bane,
It's comforting to know what will be,
Since the same thing happened yesterday, and will tomorrow.
Comfort in the form of longing without momentum.

How do they feel about it?
Does it scare them the way it scares me?
This feeling that nothing may ever change,
That we are all doomed to repeat every day till the end?
How very intriguing, that they all seems so content.

I tug at my bindings and chomp at the bit.
But, were I to break free, would I go willingly?
I cannot tell, for it has not come to pass.
Hopeful for a change and scared to death at the thought.
I hold myself back, paralyzed by fear.

This fear that is all too human, that of the unknown.
I curse myself for it this human feeling.
Feeling that I am apart from them,
Yet being so alike.
What a hyppocrite I am.

I keep it to my self, this hyppocracy.
I wish for the unknown to carry me away.
To cure me of my fears and change this neverending day.
To break free of my ties and run into the wild,
Letting it all go is the price of change.