I am content in my restlessness.
My mind wanders
dreaming up new plans
I am happy with the thought of change.
My heart is open
welcoming the restless experience
I am resistant to the notion of normal.
My soul refuses
definitions of any kind
I have adapted to this place.
My body rests
patiently waiting for the signal
I am only afraid of happiness.
My practicality disagrees
saying I am unacceptable
I have settled in my restlessness.
My life continues
basking in the beauty of uncertainty