I crave for one thing more than most
That leaves me in a quandary,
Apart from doing nothing with
The groceries, chores, or laundry

It’s change I love in all its forms
Some minor, few would care,
But mostly on a grander scale
By choice or on a dare

A blissful state of joy it brings
When moving someplace new,
Where cityscapes and brand new drapes
Can frame a changing view

Or traveling far so I can see
The world in all its splendor,
Meet strangers who are not like me
And taste all things worth savored

And challenging long held beliefs
At education’s hand,
Expanding possibilities
For loving fellow man

I simply cannot get enough,
It pains me sitting still,
I always must defy routine
And try new things at will

Although I live outside the box
I’ve still but to inquire,
If change is as good as a rest
Why am I so damned tired?

~ Leana Delle
Sunday, May 26, 2019
2019 Sunday Poetry Challenge – Number twenty of fifty-two