Reactive

There’s bonds that keep me orbiting

along my old familiar path.

Convenience is a wicked thing,

but these old ways aren’t meant to last.

The air around me is abuzz.

The energy is radiant.

It boosts me past where I once was

along my nuclear gradient.

At quantum speeds I spin around,

around this shell where I’m alone.

There is no pair to slow me down,

I’m more reactive on my own.

The pull of habit does decrease.

My nucleus is in retreat.

Old comfort does not equal peace.

My hunger grows; I need to eat!

Change is coming; I can’t wait!

This valence shell cannot remain.

I am not stable in this state

and have to settle to stay sane.

But in the meantime I’m all ears,

all senses perked for something new.

Ionic in my lack of fear

to bond with what may soon unglue.

The fringe of my atomic home

I find a restless place to stay.

I need a drink of the unknown,

And lack of change will bring decay….