Status quo

Confined defined soledly in the grip of

The status quo
Habits,routine and convenience

Are the mortar that quickly hardens 

Into the years of my life
Consistency - security - reliability
  Fooled by the seeming sameness of 

Each instant
Forgetting or ignoring that one of these nows has a land mine buried in it
A 4 mm blood clot or an oncoming truck
Or just the slow creeping death of senility
I can hunker down and pretend that the next Second 
Will be the same as the millions that have preceded it

It probably will be but one day this bizarre pageant will qualitatively change

Enter stage right,stage left Or a bullet from the audience  

And my little performance will be complete 

Or maybe the start of a whole new adventure