I am sick off

I am sick of, a feeling so low,

A state of mind, that just won't let go,

Tired of the routine, and the daily grind,

A soul that's weary, with a spirit confined.

The monotony, is a heavy weight,

A burden that's hard, to shake and escape,

It's a feeling so dull, and a mind so bored,

With nothing to look forward to, just a cycle, that's not adored.

But hope still lingers, in the depths of the heart,

A desire to break free, and make a brand new start,

To find new passions, and reignite the flame,

And chase new dreams, and reclaim one's claim.

So here's to being sick of, a feeling so old,

A call to action, to break free from the mold,

To find new adventures, and explore what's new,

And reignite the spirit, with a fresh perspective, for me and for you.