Oops, There Goes the Baby Grand

It's not because of flood or fire, nothing more than a desire that's prompting us to tear apart all that we've established here. Tired of treadmill tedium breakfast always at eight am, walk the dog by nine o'clock, skim the pool tick tock, tick tock. Time to find new closets, in which to re- arrange familiar things, possessions, we can find in our sleep Convenience, imprinted on memory Decisions now on what we must cull things we thought we'd always keep. Oops, there goes the baby grand, the price of shipping way too steep. We know of roads we've yet to take, new friendships that we've yet to make. Unseen rainbows and unformed dreams, leaving behind established routines. Beyond - a new horizon rises Freedom comes from letting go Detachment happens from cutting strings Mix up the pieces - start again