Waiting

Watching the days turn to nights.
Another 24 hours has passed.
Nothing has really changed,
just more of the same.
I long for a different routine.
I crave the excitement of the new.
Too much time has lapsed.
So much worry.
Too much boredom.
Wound tight each day,
searching the horizon for a change;
in attitude,
in livelihood,
in anything.
But more of the same
flood towards me,
in torrents of despair,
of hope,
of everything but what I need.
Stuck in a quagmire of circumstance.
Waiting for rescue.
Hoping this new day
will deliver what I seek
but can't articulate.