Often one gets trapped in a good life,

Playing the role that has taking you this far,

Enjoying the fruits of your consistently,

Nothing new has happened though,

Looks a lot like repeated yesterdays,

Afternoons only invite rest for the repeat,

Time creeps up and years past,

Everything now and again you need to go..

To the diner that feed drunken nights,

To the fields where only wild ran,

To the crooks and crannies with music,

To where you met new the first time…