Numb

The morphine of forgetfulness
Quenching the need
And then
Blessed, peaceful nothing

Do we intentionally
Seek this out?
We hold tight
To the status quo

But sameness
In all it's comfort
Actually kills
The spark, gone

Better to feel
The road-rash that is life
Not fearing a little blood
Unafraid

Anesthetize at your own risk
For without the balance
Facing the good and the bad
The spirit cannot live