An Ode to Repetition

Repetition
Without you I surely would be lost
In waves of new
They would crash down on me 
Breaking everything inside
Shattering my mind
Like it was merely glass
And newness was a bulldozer
My poetry would not be the same
My life meaningless without you
Routines
I need those to
How would I function without being told to do work?
To get out of the house?
To read or write poetry?
Not told by others but by myself 
Out of routine
Back to repetition
I would surely be lost without you
In waves of new
Newness
I need it as well
Adventure welling up in this little cave 
My soul made for it
I long for the adventures we used to have
Climbing cliffs
Or jumping off waterfalls
Photographing a wild elephant
Or squishing sand between my toes
Ahh
My repetition
My routine
Has already come down
And my purpose
It has not been shattered like glass under a bulldozer
It has been chiseled at
Like bricks placed carefully as walls around my heart
I remember adventures
They weren’t something we did everyday
Maybe once a year
A vacation 
A trip
And yet
In a way
They became part of my repetition
Part of my routine
Now they are gone
Turned to copper dust
And scattered over polaroids and books
Memories
So, I say, Why?
Do I still feel somewhat purposeful?
Because of school, because of books, because of poetry, because of my goals
And most importantly because of my hope for the future

No matter how far away it may be :)