This monotony has gotten me
Im impatient with complacent
I am training my replacement
And awaiting my displacement
My relationship is fleeting
I am always left needing
The confusion of the illusion that things can stay the same is driving me insane,
Everytime I get comfortable change brings refrain,
To my disdain every effort feels futile,
It can feel quite brutal getting up again,
But I gather myself up on a hopelessly hopeful whim,
That someday I will begin something without an end.