familiarity is cozy,
in the end
tends to kill interest,
routine sets in
and gangerene of time
begets ignore,
betrayed by habit
search for unfamiliar
change seeks us out,
risking comfort
we cross the bar
set foot on other shores,
before was familiar
discarded and replaced
by now and tomorrow
of new frontiers,
having left each other
long before departure
added the excuse,
variety the spice of life
stability and constancy
have their merits
need no justification
of encore
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