I enter the day.

It is the same as every other day.

Same views, scents, and tastes.

Predictable down to every activity.

It may soothe the heart,

But it rots the mind.

***

I enter the day.

I have no idea what to expect.

New views, scents, and tastes.

Diluted chaos down to every second.

Keeps the mind alert,

But the heart withers or hardens.

***

I enter the day.

A mix of the old and new ahead of me.

New views, scents, and tastes, but only the amount I can handle.

Walking the thin line between mind and heart.

Chasing the routine,

While being open to the new.