New Things

New things...
New things...
Are the bane of my existence.
So much is familiar
but so much of the familiar is lost,
like ripples on the water.
New things.
I try new things,
but I don’t feel the satisfaction
that comes from the familiar.

New things...
Given time...
Become familiar.
But I’ve invested so much time I don’t want to invest more.
It mostly seems to be fleeting.
New things...
New things...
Tho I’m certain I’ve lost more than I’ve gained,
my loses are accruing
as my gains plummet.

New things...
New places...
New people...
Sure, chances to grown,
also chances to fail.
Tho it isn’t failure that frightens me.
It’s the wasted effort that I abhor.
How do you overcome that?

New things...
I suppose that I must suffer them,
little as I desire to do so.
They just wont go away
so what else can I do?