Temporary Madness

I am Katrina and I am bored.

For how long must I stay in this unknown soil, I often ask.
I've been sitting for awhile now - if only I could bask.
I look at myself in the mirror,
I cannot find a certain glee in my face anymore.

Boredom wraps me;
I tell you, it gets the wits out of me.
I cannot wait to be free.
I am losing grip - lift me!

Everything is too familiar;
Yet I am scared to be afar.
My pathetic conclusion - I've lost the fire;
I even think, I have lost my flair!

Ahhh! Midlife crisis.
My wild guess - temporary madness.
And like everything else,
I trust that this too will leave me in a piece.