am ready for the change, is it ready for me?

so many changes that it seems a good time to change myself

there are challenges
in figuring a city, a life, a family, a profile

all of which i am unused to

and so you are forced to open up your eyes to more things
more beliefs more views more doors more ways
more people more windows more voices more of yourself and more of the world
more of the chaos and more of the mess we live in and forget to acknowledge

and so i am ripe for it
am ripe for someone opening doors to change
changing my life to changing the world to changing myself
am ready with my arms open

for another life to come and claim me

nothing comes looking for you unless you are ready for it nor do you recognise it unless it is ready for you
for the shedding of baggage
for a higher calling
for the new skin

come and get me

stranger in a strange land

i am not lonely but there is a weird aloofness to it all
i feel like i dont know anyone
dont knwo this life that i am suddenly living
the absence of familiarity is exciting but not all the time
i crave the little delights of the fixed routine that make the routine so special
there is no one thing i look forward to everyday
like the coffee break in office, or the friday snack, or the sunday nap
there is nothing right now, in the day or the week that i look forward to
am just gritting my teeth through it all
cant wait to get out of the house, out of the auto, out of the office, out of the bus, out of the dining room

sleep is the only thing i look forward to - and thats not such a great thing, is it