I long for something different,
A shift I can’t explain.
Comfortable in the routines I know,
Though every step feels plain.

The mirror shows a restless face,
My soul pushing me to risk.
But comfort keeps me looping,
Like a 1990’s disk.

Until one day the track skips,
And I’m pulled back to reality.
Another day, another step,
Struggling with the duality.

But maybe change begins this way,
So I repeat what I resist.
Hoping one day I’ll find the strength,
Knowing this ache will persist.

The Blunt Siren