Painfully Predictable?

Climb out of your hole

leave the confines and be part

of a living whole

Does anyone get out of bed and head into the day with a desire to be predictable? Reliable maybe, responsible, don’t have any trouble with that, but predictable? Somehow I don’t think so. Feels like something to be fought against, railed against, grappled with, battled with and defeated. The idea of being perceived in such a way that your expected behaviour will always follow well-worn patterns seems to me suffocatingly restrictive, devoid of any chance to expand your intellectual, emotional or spiritual potential.

I have no desire to go crazy

boundaries are useful

but not if they stifle

restrict and constrict

wring out your life

suck out your juices

snuff out that feeble light

that searches for an opening

a door

with a handle

a step

leading who knows where.

To leave behind

where you simply do not fit

square peg in a round hole

maybe that is it

or maybe the hole in which you fit

is somewhere other

than where you sit.

Whether alone

or with another

who cares enough

to reach within

and bring you out

the time must surely come

to look up to the light

clamber up

stand on the edge

and see anew

a vastly different view.