I don’t do monotony,
The endless grey of sameness,
Where days stack like bricks
In walls of tameness.

No, I crave the spark,
The uneven rhythm of life’s dance,
The curveball, the twist,
The fleeting chance.

Routine’s a cage;
I won’t play its game.
Its rules are whispers,
But my soul shouts my name.

I’ll take the storm over the drizzle,
The cliff over the plain,
Give me the unknown,
The risk, the gain.

Life isn’t flat;
It’s a sprawling mosaic.
To dull it to habit?
I find that archaic.

So keep your monotony,
Your loop, your refrain—
I’ll be chasing the chaos
And singing in the rain