I'm Restless

The wind whispers secrets through the restless trees,

A symphony of rustling leaves that never find peace.

It echoes a feeling that courses through my veins,

A yearning for something, a freedom from chains.

The sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of gold,

But it casts no warmth upon this heart, forever cold.

I watch the birds fly south, a graceful, southbound tide,

Longing to escape the routine, where purpose seems to hide.

My days are a blur, a monotonous dance,

The same steps repeated, a preordained trance.

The clock ticks by, a relentless, mocking beat,

Each second a reminder of life's fleeting feat.

Faces pass by, a sea of smiles and frowns,

But none truly see the storm raging behind my crown.

Words exchanged, polite and meaningless chatter,

A hollow echo in the void, a heart that doesn't matter.

The nights are longer, a canvas painted black,

Haunted by dreams of adventures on some unknown track.

I pace the floor, a restless soul unfurled,

Yearning to break free, to conquer a brand new world.

The world outside beckons, a tapestry of sights and sounds,

Mountains to climb, oceans vast, where adventure abounds.

Foreign lands whisper promises of a life unknown,

A chance to rewrite the script, a story of my own.

But a tethered kite I remain, bound by unseen strings,

Responsibilities holding me back, with invisible wings.

The weight of expectations, a burden I must bear,

A constant reminder of the life I choose to share.

Yet, a spark still flickers, a ember deep within,

Refusing to be extinguished, a fight against the din.

A voice whispers courage, a defiance in the breeze,

"There's more to life," it murmurs, "set your spirit free."

Perhaps it's a journey within, a quest for my true north,

To rediscover passions, silenced at life's early birth.

To paint my canvas anew, with colors bold and bright,

To chase the forgotten dreams, bathed in moonlight.

Maybe it's a change of pace, a simple shift in stride,

To find joy in the mundane, where happiness can hide.

To savor the present moment, the beauty in the small,

And find solace in the journey, not just the final call.

Restlessness, a double-edged sword, a curse and a guide,

A reminder that stagnation can leave the spirit dried.

But with each restless night, a new resolve takes hold,

To find the adventure, within or yet untold.

For life is a journey, not a destination set,

And the restless heart may just be the key to no regret.

So I'll embrace the unease, the yearning, and the strife,

For in the depths of restlessness, may lie the vibrant life.