Strange Bedfellows

I wished for this
The privilege was mine to ask for
Now it is not mine to throw away
It is almost blasphemous
The way I wish for its non-existence
Courage was never part of complacency
Contentment and fulfillment never came hand-in-hand

I long to sail away into the open ocean
To fly to the roof of the world
Yet the baggage is much too tedious
Comfort and adventure are unlikely bedfellows

Routine tethers a wandering spirit.