Simmering frustration,
trapped amongst the normalcy,
wondering and hoping,
if there is someplace better.

The here and now is not bad,
but the possibilities haunt my thoughts,
running rampant and loose,
bouncing off the inside of my skull.

What might be,
what could have been,
the ifs and whens of life,
come to me in dreams.

With hope against hope
and willingness to pursue,
perhaps destiny can be thwarted,
or perhaps, embraced.

With passions candle lit,
burning at both ends,
for something different,
to buck the status quo.

Searching, looking,
analyzing, lighting fires,
where none burned,
building to an explosion.

Of something different.