Constant Confliction and Contentment

I am moving

Yet, I am stagnant

Things, people, places all change

Yet everything is the same

I hear, I comprehend

But I cannot understand

I want to go, leave, and see

But I also want to stay

 

Conflict is inevitable

Nothing is ever Black or White

I live in the Gray area

 

Subtle Changes

A maddening drive for more

A constant unfulfilled need for change

A constant monotonous cycle

A never-ending maze

And the contentment that comes with it

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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