Morning light creeps in,
Coffee brews, the same old song,
Chairs wear dust like dreams—
Outside the world spins brighter,
Adventure whispers her name.

She tired of her day-to-day routine,
With mornings that echoed, a mundane scene.
Time crawled by, each hour a chain,
Binding her spirit, causing her pain.

Beneath endless gray,
She sighs at the clock's cruel tick,
In her heart, a spark—
Wanderlust can’t be contained,
Life’s canvas waits, brush in hand.
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