It's hardly a word
Used casually

Oh, how smoothly
The tongue rolls off

As novelty remains
An ideal often sought

Today, tomorrow
A fortnight from now

We'll lie in bed
Thinking of chances forgone

Are our lives
Our existence

So bland and grey
Looking back?

Was satisfaction
An illusion

Meant to conceal
Our greater selves?

No, it'd be most incorrect
To think like so

Rather,
The soup of life

Is one that cooks
Keep in mind

A simple yet elegant meal
That can never be overspiced.

So walk, dash, or
Tread lightly

But always live life
to the fullest

No matter the shape
Or size of your world

New things sleep
Within your reach

Even just one step away
In a new direction.