Laziness

I see people live and move. 

While I sit in the same old place. 

The same old room, 

Living the same old days. 

With same blades of grass, 

Waiting for me to pass. 

There's change all around, 

The one that suits me? Couldn't be found... 

People live and then they die. 

I do neither just here I lie. 

Neither alive nor dead, 

Just staring at the ceiling lying in my bed. 

I wanna move out, more I want to see, 

Yet this place so long I was, I want to be. 

The risk of leaving the old? 

To embrace the untested bold? 

With one foot forward and the other one back. 

My decision lost in a haystack. 

I wish I had someone to guide me through, 

"Curiosity" well then I found you. 

Now most everywhere I have been. 

Alas! Seen things I wish I hadn't seen. 

But at the end, what a story it has been. 

When one closes, a new begins. 

Monday be my next adventure. 

I hope, I survive this thick venture.