Job done
It was time to make tracks
She’d paid her dues
And that was that
The cycle of life
Was moving her on
She didn’t belong here
Although it was fun
She yearned for more
Than what was on offer
She’d been reduced
To something improper
She needed to extract herself
From the status quo
This wasn’t really her
So she had to go
On to the next
Big adventure
She was seeking out
To avert dementia
To the pastures new
She was yearning for
Knock, knock, knocking
On unopened doors
If she persisted
One may unlock
So she made a plan
After taking stock
For it’s not healthy to stagnate
In the same old cycle
In order to grow
You must not spiral
Into the same
Mundane routine
But instead take courage
And spread your wings
And then when the moment
Is upon you and right
Soar into the air
And just take flight!
Rachel Rhodes 